The mountains were desolate and silent for twenty-three years.
People come back. Like people in Michelle, I can only play the flute, and I am disappointed.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
Today, listen to you sing a song, drink a glass of wine and cheer up.
Bamboo and stone scattered all over Zheng Xie.
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
"It's hard to walk alone" Tang Libai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
"Tour Shanxi Village" Song Lu Tour
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Qinyuanchun Changsha Modern Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. ?
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?