Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. A Letter from Dongting Lake to Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran
Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. A Letter from Dongting Lake to Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran
Here is the lake in August, and heaven is an air.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish. Ancient poems like this:
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
This song expresses the poet's love for rural life.
There are also the following poems:
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. Ancient poems like this:
Su Xinshi xugong branch
Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
This song expresses the poet's love for rural life.
There are also the following poems:
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.