Vivi looked at the lake.
Qingqing Reid left together.
Jiujiang Wang Chun Bai Juyi
The stagnant water of Miaomang is not my soil, but the floating duckweed is my body.
Boating from Xunyang to Minghai Meng Haoran
The river is divided into nine factions, and Miao people become water towns.
Xiang he ge ci Tang Wen Ting Yun
Spring weaves Qiantang bank, while Vivi is cold and sunny.
On the river, the wind is the nine ridges of Xuanzhou.
How wonderful the sails are when the rivers and roads are connected to the sky.
Send Zhang Wu to Xuancheng to meet Wang Wei.
I want to go back to Jiangmiaomiao, but I haven't reached the grass yet.
Answering Pei Di's "Rain on the King's Mouth" and Recalling Wang Wei's "Zhong Nanshan's Works"
Vivi has a wide cold current and gray autumn rain.
There are many poems by China on the Internet. I wrote these first. You can have a look for yourself when you are free.