There are peerless and independent beauties in the north. Laughter pours people into the countryside, and then laughter pours people into the city wisdom …
The vast sea is the shore, and I am the peak of the mountain.
Who turns the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is rustling, the rain is rustling, and the snuff is thin all night.
The yellow crane broke the rock head. Have you ever been there? Old rivers and mountains are new troubles. I want to buy osmanthus with wine, but I don't like it.
It's boring to wake up, it's boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dream …
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. If two people have a long-term relationship, is it a matter of time?
There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted when my wife died. Now it is as elegant as the cover.
Like this star is not last night, for whom does the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night? Huang Zhongze is pregnant.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. Yi Lee writes about love.
Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl. Chen Taolong westbound
Zhu Jian thinks in succession, looking haggard and fragmented. Wu Zetian ruyi Niang
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Jiangxian County, Lin Xiaoshan
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. Jathyapple, Chunshan, Liang Shi
There is a bright moon in the green window, and history is empty.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. Su Shi's Liang Zhu
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. Li Bai is hard to go.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Du Fu ascended the mountain.
The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi crossed the Han River.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. Looking at the moon, thinking of a person in the distance, Zhang Jiuling.