Three strokes have nothing to do with fishing, and poems owe lakes and mountains.
There are thousands of questions in the misty waves, and a bay of lake water is full of thoughts.
Thousands of planes enter the country in three minutes, and you will live up to your heart and poetry.
Time flies without words to sweep Pinghu, and the years turn over books like a dream.
Clouds and waves are flying in the sky, and it is difficult to draw a leisurely picture.
Wuhai Taohu attracts waves, and the water clouds soar high and low.
You will encounter fundamental poetry, and you should knock carefully on detailed sentences.
As soon as I see the lake, I can see the past and open my mind.
Linchuan forgot to chase the wind and waves, but he saw the clouds and cranes coming.
Optimism and wisdom are boundless, wandering between heaven and earth.
If you want to be one with mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, you will break a hundred sounds when you are drunk.
It's hard to get fame and fortune in prison without stopping the meandering water.
Smoke waves haunt three thousand dreams, and a piece of ice heart sends a boat.
I hate those restless people. I always whisper to the high voice.
Who enjoys the sunset in the middle of the night under the sparkling moonlight?