one
Ask how much sadness you can have. It's just that the Spring River flows eastward, but you expand your vision for 300 miles, with boundless grass on the plain and a flight of stairs, but no news from relatives or friends reaches me. I come and go with every season, and I am old and sick, alone with my boat, two green willows in Huang Li, and a line of egrets with a glass of wine and a new word in the sky. Last year, the weather was good, and the green hills on both sides of the pavilion were opposite. A solitary sail came to the Yellow River and transported white clouds. An isolated city, Luoyang Wan Ren, seemed to ask each other. A piece of Bing Xin advises you to make an extra glass of wine in the jade pot and go to Yangguan for no reason. It is rare for people to come to "Daohuaxiang" and say that it is a white cloud in the world that Yellow Crane does not revisit. Once four stars were lonely, galloping in the world of mortals, laughing and laughing, but no one knew it was litchi. A line of books sends a thousand lines of tears, cold to your side. The tide looks at peach blossoms, and the spring sails bring rain back. The book envelope road is more than a thousand miles, and the autumn wind happens overnight. There is nothing else to see a poet. Half a pool of autumn water is a well. Brother Fang misinterpreted the boat, and the red leaves and green mountains and rivers rushed. I don't know where the reed pipe is, but I want to see my hometown overnight. A spring fragrance, heartbroken in vain.
two
Stop, sit, love maple, apply night cream, and the leaves are as red as February flowers. I don't know. Who cut the spring breeze in February like scissors? Shamefully, this year's wheat is abundant and dancing in the clear sky.
In February, Jiangnan was full of flowers, and it was sad to eat cold food in different places.
three
The old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down in March. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in Yangzhou, and the prophet of the duck in the spring water heating falls three times. Thousands of feet suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.
In the third spring, Snow White returned to Qingchuan, and the Yellow River in Wan Li bypassed Montenegro. Thousands of miles away, a maid-in-waiting lived here for twenty years. On the third day, I went into the kitchen to wash my hands and eat soup.
four
Under the Yinshan Mountain in Chilechuan, the sky is like a dome, the fields are full of yellow flowers, and the streams are full of flowers.
five
Eight hundred Li Fenzhu fifty strings turned over the Great Wall, and the voice of gold anger was unprovoked. Every young man with flower-like troubles vowed to sweep the Huns regardless of his own body. Five thousand minks lost Chen Hu.
Mr. Wu Liu was originally in the mountains, but he accidentally fell into the world for a guest. . Why don't men bring Wu Gou? Fifty states in Guanshan.
six
The rain falls on the grass, and the birds of the Six Dynasties dream. The scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that of the four seasons. Six railings are facing green trees, and the past events of the Six Dynasties are like running water.
seven
There are seven or eight stars in We Tell each other Secretly in the Silent Midnight World, on the seventh day of July, in the Longevity Palace. It rains at two or three o'clock. In front of the mountain, there are seven stars in the north, and Shu Ge brings strength at night.
eight
In August, the snow in the eighth month crossed the sky of Tatar, and the wind roared in August. There are three hairs in my house. In August, butterflies, butterflies, yellow flies, and grass in Xiyuan are roasted for fifty turns.
In August, willows fly yellow, and the roots blow wild geese.
nine
People often see Cui in Qi Wangfu driving southwest in thousands of chariots and horses, and the Nine Heavenly Palace in the Forbidden City looms in the dust.
ten
Where's the money for selling ten fingers charcoal on grey temples? Twelve volumes of The Art of War contain the names of generals who died in hundreds of battles. Ten-year-old valiant men returned to ten countries last year. The most ruthless thing is Taicheng cangue, which still lingers on the smoke cage for ten miles.