Treading on the sand
Qinguan
The tower is lost in the fog, the moon is lost in the river, and the Taoyuan is nowhere to be seen.
It is worth noting that the lonely pavilion is closed in the cold spring, and the setting sun is setting in the sound of cuckoos.
The plum blossoms are sent by post, and the rulers are passed down from fish to fish. There are countless hates built into it.
The Chenjiang River fortunately circles Chenshan Mountain, but why does it flow down to Xiaoxiang?
"Fog"
——Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Duke Cao was fascinated by Chu Ze, and Emperor Han came out of Pingcheng.
The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, but Fangyu scattered is lighter.
If it is not a bear sign, I would rather think about the love of a mysterious leopard.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty
The silence of Cangshan Mountain has already reached dusk, and the green view is about to sink.
Leopards hide in the morning in Zhongnan, and monkeys sing at night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is constantly cold and the scenery is dark and dark.
After visiting the public supermarket, I will go to Huayin.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Su Weiwei of the Tang Dynasty
The mist rises from the cave and gully, and leads to the flat area in the distance.
At first glance it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it is also suspected to be a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and smoke floats along the path.
Fang Xie Gong took a step forward and finally followed Yan Fu.
"Clear Blue Mist in the Distant Mountains"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The remaining clouds cover the green ridge, and the evening mist forms in the sky.
The belt is completely green, and the clouds are half red.
It seems that the first moon is separated and the morning breeze is blowing.
Because they are three miles apart, the crowns and covers are connected to each other.
"The Fog in the Flower Garden"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The orchid energy has filled the palace, and the new stamens are half-dressed.
The color contains light and heavy fog, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
The trees are thick and blue, and the flowers are thin and red.
It is still raining, as if it is far away in the sky.
"Sitting in the Water Pavilion at Night and Poem to Know the Fog"
——Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The moon sets and the cold fog rises, and I contemplate the vastness of the river.
The birds are twittering and the trees are scattered, and the mountains and rivers are completely blue.
Momosha is on the road, outside the fields of Yuyunzhou.
It’s like leaning against a distant tree, intermittent and wishing for the end of the world.
"Lingwu Xing"
——Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu
The sea fog in Qucheng is heavy, and the mission goes out in the early morning.
The vast sky merges with the sky, and the bright sun melts into the sky.
Just look at the white hair on the temples, and look at the dense clothes.
There is no distinction between road and horsemen, and all the trees in the suburbs are as if they were lost.
Fei Wei accidentally inhaled, and her skin became swollen and trembled.
Let’s drink a cup after returning home, and the common people will suffer from the disease.