Poetry of the sea and stone

The sea stone covers the autumn water, and the evening wind is cool.

It's raining in the lonely shed, and it's raining every month.

The sea stone is covered with snow, the sky is high and the sea is blue, and the sea is filled in the stone for endless years. I hope that the dust in the sea will turn to earth. I have no grievances and no pain.

There are snakes in the autumn hole in the mountain. Iron and tin are hanging on the sea, and stone buildings smell strange.

The dust head is not white, and it will freeze if concentrated. It's crazy not to talk about the five lakes.

The withered vine leans against the moss, and the autumn wind whistles.

Under the white dew, the sky is blue and bronze.

Seeing the sea and the sun in the middle of the night, I became red.

Yellow branches and begging, lingering with white waves.

After seeing Kan Jing for a long time, you will know that the world is empty.

Wave Haitong and send books to Penglai Palace.

I'm going to squat down on this stone and cast a pole for Rengong.

Great ao can be obtained, holding the east of the river

Until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

Water is in the sea, stone is in the mountain, the sea water does not shrink, and stone does not come out of the mountain.

Holding a stone at the sea girl, her mouth and blood leave the sea.

Dou Ling's poems are brilliant. White shirts are warm in spring and red paper is fresh in summer.

The piano is entangled in the river, and the chess is divided into sea stone circles. Because you know drunken childe, so you wrote a biography.

Retire from the DPRK, often retire in seclusion, is really to cultivate hidden feelings. Gardens should be interesting and rock valleys should be named after themselves.

It is difficult to find a temple in the wild, and there are few idle songs in the city. Trees are hidden in dark caves, and flowers are far away from the village.

The sea stone divides the lake road and the wind is full of spring rain. The nature is high and pity is scattered, and the official hates the official.

The vines are long and bamboo shoots are sprouting. There are no guests in the Qing dynasty, and there are warblers in the songs.

Although there is something hidden outside, this area looks very clear. Finally, it is difficult to rely on this situation, sitting and lying to avoid balance.

There are thousands of bamboo shoots in the north and eight-foot beds in the east.

Walking around makes people old, and a deep sleep brings new coolness.

Shi Hai Chen Shu Ji, Shi Tao medicine storage bag.

Every time I see it, I am also proud of Emperor Xi.