The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space.
In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint.
This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance.
Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic.
The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains.
Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves.
Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter.
As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles.
Look at Jiangnan, detached from Taiwan Province's works
Spring is not old,
The wind is slanting.
Try to look up from the separated platform,
Half a spring moat, a flower city.
Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After the cold meal,
Drunk and asking for advice.
Don't think about your old friends and your old country.
Try new tea with a new fire.
Poetry and wine use time.
Liang Zhu chun se
Flowers wither and red apricots are small.
Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Little catkins are blowing on the branches,
There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall.
The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter fades away, voice fades away,
Affectionate but heartless chagrin.