On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Chanting flowers and birds: but now I think of that night, that wind and rain, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are two or three, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Farewell and love: However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor.
I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun.