Fengcheng bid farewell to Wang Shaofu, black and white, Taoist residence in the mountains, summer rain map in Jiujiang, spring rain sigh, two rhymes and Chen Chaonan's nostalgia for the past, Dongyang Fang Shaoqing will remember the past one or seven articles, South China Sea on May 26.
Send to Wang Fengcheng Shaofu: Sorrow is like hemp, and the setting sun shines in the blue sky. Leave a pavilion to hide trees, and the ditch will flood the sand. The left is crooked, and Dongguan expects to get credit. Watch the bullfight and take this report to Zhang Hua.
What's wrong with black and white? Things are messy, and lovers are not at home. It's raining in the deep courtyard and falling flowers in the backyard. When to bid farewell to the old saying, there is no limit to audio books. The smoke will be four times heavier, where to start?
A lonely old family, Cangshan tilted. There are Sun Danyan and the moon, and the abode of fairies and immortals is full of misty clouds. Wild cranes live for thousands of years and are elegant. I don't know how messy the world is.
Title Gao Shangshu Jiujiang Summer Rain Map: Shangshu painted mountains and rivers, and Jiujiang was beautiful. In May, when summer rain came, the clouds in Chongqing and Bochuan moved. Five peaks cut out green like lotus, and green trees smell like apes. Still looking forward to the Castle Peak House in Xie Tiao, but not the Mijia painting and calligraphy boat. Anyone who goes out, facing the mountain, stands upright with black gauze on his head. Who told Shandong Li Chenxian to see the Three Waterfalls? Thousands of feet Geji is a mess today, which makes me want to wear a picture forever. Buy Wazhou and hide it. Who does Jiangshan belong to?
Spring rain sighs: the mountain city is half thick in spring, and the feet of the rain are like hemp. Moistening wheat also hurts wheat and urges flowers to fall. I am particularly old when I am idle, and I cherish the years when I am old. Lying listening to the empty eaves, you should go home without dreams.
The second rhyme and Chen Chao's sentimental work at the end of the year: Do Huns dare to speak before they die? It's still embarrassing to look in the mirror. There is no one in Chixian to save the new moon, and the blue moon is in tears. I am willing to herd elk in the mountains, and I am soft in the sea. Leave the cold pine and cypress, and let the world be chaotic.
On May 26th, 2007, the Uighur party in Dongyang set up camp to send bees to the hive, and the white book contended for empty flowers and postscript to the wall worms, flying wildly. For example, vulgar people don't whip. Where do Scouts come from? He smelled the fox next door.
South China Sea: When exposed to the South China Sea, people will die like hemp. The waves beat their hearts and the wind blows their temples. One mountain returns one water, and no country is homeless. Men's Millennium ambition, I am endless.