Year: Tang author:
The Chu River flows to the Chu Temple, and Nanmu has a red cliff back. Linxi inserted the old roots of the stone plate,
Moss Cangshan raindrops print. The tall branches make the leafy birds restless, half covering the white clouds and half covering the dusk.
The fragrant hall is gloomy and cloudy, and the flower niche is dripping. The more you listen, the bigger your head gets.
Smoke is worrying. The moon suddenly remembers the night in Xiangchuan, and the ape cries about the autumn in Hubei and bamboo.
Look at you, thousands of feet. You'll be rewarded today. I also know that Zhong Fan reports dusk,
Still lying in the meditation bed, love is strange.
Jiutian Nanshan
Year: Song Author: Wan Mou
Nanshan is majestic and the peaks are beautiful.
Zhao Hui and the evening mist are uninhabited.
Wandering 10% risk, entangled in a stock data stream.
There are few hanging rocks and houses, and caves can also be measured.
The pale old nanmu has read the wind and frost several times.
Xu, a veteran cadre, refused to be a servant.
In the past nine days, tourists have to look around.
Poetry carved cliffs, all want to send □□.
Remember who I am, and go by the old steps today.
Out of the south gate in the morning, afraid to go in the wind and rain.
Don't be afraid to climb into difficulties, lest you lose this day.
Creation follows people and sends people to the sunset mysteriously.
Between cypress trees, cups and plates are covered with grass.
My guests didn't despise me, but my laughter showed my feelings.
When he comes again, don't refer to Taoyuan by mistake.