Spring is thin, three points are light and cloudy, and then it turns into rain.
The moon is thousands of miles away, and the heights are too cold.
The spring water is full of ponds, and it is still taking advantage.
There are few willows on the east coast, so it is more necessary to plant them.
The spring water is full of ponds, and it is still taking advantage.
Butterflies fly freely on the stage.
Alone in the west wing, the sky is grey and the Milky Way hangs down.
Pour the Beidou wine high and snore like thunder.
Suddenly, Acacia has a few twittering thrushes.
It's a pity to look back again and again.
Suddenly acacia added a few chirps.
It's a pity to look back again and again.
The plum blossom policy is not evil.
Who does Du Fu want to persuade to return in spring?
Water temple wind came to Leng Xiang to fly to poetry.
Fang Jing, the rain breaks, and the warbler calls for spring.
Water temple wind came to Leng Xiang to fly to poetry.
Empty river dreams, the soul wants to cross the boundless.
Egrets around the sand is a general leisure.
There is no such drought and cold current in ancient and modern times.
The mountains on the West Lake are greener at night.
It wasn't clear until there was a shower in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Xiaosuo Hong Meixiang Luanshiqiao North and South
Drunk sleep, fragrant grass, dream butterfly.
The waning moon in Xiao Ying outside the curtain at noon.
Infinitely beautiful, rainy, fragrant grass and sunset
Han Yin is separated by a red wall.
Who knows Luan Jing and Hua Zhi?
The moon is full, and the crane is still empty.
It's sunny during the day, and the warbler calls spring.
Grass meets the horizon, and mountains meet the water.
The leaves are fragrant, rainy and windy.
It's too cold at the top of the mountain to see Heng E, who is thin.
Ruthless Ying Xiao Wo fell asleep in the void.
Han Yan first flew to the south to spread my message for me.
Jiang Mei has a date that loves him, and the snow can resist his cold.
This night is a lonely photo of the frost moth accompanying you for one year.
Light yin turns into rain, and begonia does not distinguish between spring and cold.
Thousands of miles back to the mountains reflect the sunset, and the sky meets the water.
A flute and a goose, crossing Nanpu, the moon is in the building.
Hold a letter in power: send Nanpu at that time.
Zhumen reflects willows and wants to go green in the West Lake.
People are drawing a poem on the west side of the bridge.
Drunk under the bright moon, the dream is broken and the soul is boundless
Where is Wangjiang Kingdom?
In the Ming dynasty, cold food suddenly made me miss plum branches.
Soft language says Haiyan flew to peep at the painting building
Leng Xiang shakes the green lotus and leans against the horizontal pond.
The small building blew through Yusheng, feeling cold and sorry for myself.
The water temple is full of infinite thoughts.
Swallows fly into the yard in the cold spring to peek at the painting building.
At the age of Kong Jiang, Liu Hua sent countless boats home.
If the swallows don't come back in a few days, where will they go?
Haitang hated it last spring.
Swallows can escape several storms when they come.
Unfortunately, the sunset is speechless.
I'd rather have a rest than miss you at night.
After the flowers bloom, the West Lake is full of poems.
Love my family, buy a wave pond and plant willows in turn.
Don't ask, don't ask, and then refer to the rose.
If you have an appointment, you can't wait to see the tourists in Lanzhou.
Advise Chun to stay a few more times. Shuang Yan reminded me.
When Yu Yu is clean, he can see stars and rivers.
Spring is like wine, which goes to the end of the world with flowing water.
I want to send this feeling that geese are in the clouds and fish are in the water.
Stealing the spring evening, green plums are like bean willows.
Can clouds cover the sun alone?
The article is a melancholy thing of different times, not the same time.
Butterflies are a common leisure in late spring.
I don't know how many autumn sounds there are in the rain of buttonwood.
I am a madman in the state of Chu, and wuyue went far away to find mountains.
Because I can see from this height that there is sadness everywhere, and the lords of Zou misjudged your land.
The fine grass is still green like smoke, and the mountains are bluer at night.
In autumn, yellow leaves have no wind, and clouds have no rain.
Last night, the east wind wrinkled a pool of spring water in Xiao Lou.
Platanus acerifolia is the rain in Mao Mao, which can dissipate for several nights.
The longing for spring is endless. Ying Xiao Wo was born early and Fahua was born late.
Language is emotional. Who will ask Jie Lianhuan?
Drunk curtains hung low, and candle shadows shook the red night.
Rain over the garden is like embroidery, the east wind blows willows, and the days begin to grow.
Upstairs for a few days, cuckoo's voice fell in the sun.
The west window is dark with rain, and the lotus root is fragrant with jade.
Covered in flowers and shadows, I want to get drunk.
Where to go in a few days unless you beg for an oriole.
Try to express your feelings with his flowing water, but Haitang is still there.
However, the embroidered curtain is high in the town to prevent Shuang Yan from returning.
The weeping willows are still full of gold, fearing the west wind.
There is also the word acacia in broken red. Try to send love with his running water.
Call wine on the piano, watch Wu Gou do it and shoot it all over.
There was cold food in the Ming dynasty, when begonia just bloomed and swallows came.
Cold-eyed west oblique anode air cooling, so the country is far north.
Dajiangdong asked Cang Bo to hate Qinhuai.
Crying and death, who will clean the floor, spring and air, ten days and nine storms
Take Dabai as an example to ask what year was the moonlight in the old days?
Wine snorts like thunder and drums, and the desert is clear.
Wan Li sunset, flying all over the world at will.
Near the river, Kenai Ting Anne, the fourth bridge, is required to cross the ring wall.
This means flying in the shadow of Haitang all my life and playing the flute until dawn.
Se deliberately dreamed of listening to parrots in the wanderer.
In a special hometown, I look at the river every autumn night and stop to pick hibiscus.
Swimming with a smile is the end of the world. It is better to go home than to do it in Wan Li.
I had another cold meal in Surprise, and there would be poems in my mind.
The most delicious thing is incompetence, but I am still drunk when I wake up.
How can you laugh and feel at home if you don't live here?
Loose sails are light, flying flowers are high, weeping willows are overcast, spring is fading away, and Tingzhou is green.
Draw a mirror, Lian Fang, falling powder, swinging in your heart, Leng Yue is silent.
When lotus seeds are planted in the lotus pond, new green flowers are born with countless water coats.
Pat the Old Testament cigarettes and rain hats on the Gull and Heron Five Lakes.