1. Jiuzhaigou
Huge galaxies,
Over the years,
How many times have the stars changed?
How many homesick dreams are there on a cold night?
Pity is long and short.
For many years,
Although the appearance is declining,
Worry and anger have not diminished.
Facing the night sky,
Count the cold stars.
Living alone in a remote place,
Although the hut is small,
The seats are full.
Everyone raised their glasses and sang songs.
I am the only one who is sentimental.
Not yesterday,
Never cherish,
fickleness of human nature
Walking alone,
How many gullies are there?
2. Guangling Powder
Fame and fortune,
It's not mine.
Why ask more questions?
When you are angry about leaving,
No more spring, summer, autumn and winter.
After Guangling San,
How many years?
Don't smell the sound of poetry and books.
Looking forward to it,
Only the eagle in the sky.
Volcano erupts at the foot,
Lightning and tsunami,
Revive my glory.
With Chou He's hatred of the earth,
Fight the Wan Li sky.
As the whip pointed out,
What everyone wants,
Young and happy.
Planning,
One day, I was shocked.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. Openly holding the hair in the bamboo, my lips are dry and I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return.
The wind in Russia sets the color of clouds and ink, and the desert becomes dark in autumn. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake the trees that fill the river.