And yet, while China holds our friendship has friends all over the world. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere.
Ping is to algae, chrysanthemum is to lotus and soybean is to highland barley. Serenade, wind song, Weaver Girl to Chang 'e.
Write a thousand words and read five cars. Sitting on the ground, traveling 80 thousand miles a day, watching the sky and thousands of rivers.
River to ocean, stream to stream, distance to height. A swift horse, a pheasant, dusk to dawn.
Holding the clear spring water, the spring light shines on the moon, as if the round moon is in your own hands; Playing with mountains makes you feel heavy. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Deviation is right or wrong, and joy is sorrow. The tide rises and falls, and the monthly profit and loss, from Caotang to Chaifei.
Water heating fish play, bloom Yan Gui. The peak shadow does not follow the running water, but the crane sound still flies with the sunset.
Sadness is for happiness, happiness is for sadness, and drama is for learning. Taoyedu, snowflake terraces and red leaves set off moss.
The river flows from Wan Li to the mountains. Although the building is high, it has passed, and the small pool can send the bright moon.
Life is death, laughter is crying, and jewelry is pearls. Jade box, teapot, Li Bai vs Yang Zhu.
Looking up at the sky, the sun is approaching and the clouds are lonely. A strong man has three feet of sword around his waist and five books in his belly.
Cat to dog, magpie to pigeon, hippo to buffalo. The mountains are silent and the water is long, and the midsummer is opposite to the clear autumn.
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
Plums turn into apricots, plums into peaches and peonies into bananas. The wind is whispering, the rain is falling, and the water is in the distant mountains.
Look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. Fireworks are on both sides of every house, and thousands of willows are on the river.
Thousands to hundreds, two to three, north to south. Shuiyue Temple, Shanhaiguan, Wilderness to Plain.
The cherry blossoms are red and unfamiliar, and the willow leaves by the pool are green. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro.
Cold Zhixia, night to morning, day to dusk. Sea and moon, blue sky and clouds, ambition and ambition.
Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears. Baiyun and Bai Niao come and go, and the green hills in history are from ancient times to modern times.
Bright to dark, door to window, sea to Yangtze River. Deep courtyard, small pond, water color versus mountain light.
The sea is the world of dragons, and the clouds are the hometown of cranes. The world is full of knowledge and the cultivation of human feelings is an article.
Deep to shallow, heavy to light, light to sparse stars. Apricot blossom rain, willow wind, shadows go silent.
Read thousands of books and put pen to paper. The sea is boundless, the sky is the shore, and I am the peak at the top of the mountain.
Cloud to rain, summer to winter, night to clear sky. Three-foot sword, six bows, asparagus against Song Wu.
The river crosses heaven and earth, where the colors of the mountains are yes and no. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.