As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Know the sound after practicing a thousand songs, and know the instrument after watching a thousand swords.
You can know people by looking at yourself, and know the past by looking at today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
After joining the army, Dan Xin vowed to protect the country and dedicate himself.
If the Yongzhong Party does not return, the sun will be as red as fire.
Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
In fact, the granary knows etiquette, food and clothing know honor and disgrace.
My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.
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.
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
On the side of the sinking ship, Qian Fan crossed, in front of the tree, Wan Muchun.
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain?
In autumn, the horn sounded all over the sky, and the rouge stopped the night purple.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. This text