A hundred miles journey, driving an iron horse, straight to Nenjiang. The wind adds fun to the body, and butterflies in the distance flutter into the eyes.
Laugh and wave your pride at the castle peak, but don't be a vulture. Don't talk about the favor and humiliation of the dusty road. A pulse of heart fragrance is accompanied by the sun. Lv Qi/Rider (Erdongyun)
The iron horse is a hundred miles long, and the green hills are as charming as me. Lay a green carpet and embed it in the lake, and embroider it with red flowers to line the trees.
Laughing at the fragrant pool surprised the water passengers, and the feelings flew to the winding path to show their eyebrows. The breeze gently steps on the heart tide and is full of poetry.
Lv Qi/Qiqi encountered heavy rain on the way home (Sanjiang rhyme)
Clouds turn rhyme, ink rain turns river, wind helps sound, and thunder helps cavity. The wetland is covered with petals, and the painted beams gather in an instant.
Flexing and advancing, heart and collar, parting, joys and sorrows, skinny. Pour the wine into the jar without pomp.
Qiyun/City Cycling (Sanjiang Yun) (vermicelli face)
The morning breeze blows across the three rivers, refreshing, winding and secluded, filled with smoke. The green grass gently shakes the fields, the forest is foggy and swallows fly.
The real deficiency and boldness depend on wheels, and the bitterness and joy depend on force. Go straight to the clouds to laugh, and the donkey sweats and drinks thousands of altars.
Lv Qi/Chasing Team on Red Lake (Four Rhymes)
Three strokes can't burn out, and the car beams sweat. Tread on the dusty road and turn it into a poem of wilderness pioneers.
Bitterness and pleasure are released at will, but they can't persist unintentionally. When the bicycle gallops, autumn rain and spring breeze let me ride.
Riding on the big edge of Dandong in Changbai Mountain
Lv Qi/Qiha City (220km)
Oil city flows gold in August, driving Danxia thin sentence to find. Reed leaves comb herons, Qionghua plants hide bees.
How many leisure worries about Qiu Jiang, chivalrous three points muddy wine spilled. Straight down to the ice city for 200 miles, I am dressed neatly and must sing.
One of the feelings of riding a slope in Lv Qi
A journey of a thousand miles, a thousand miles a day, and a thunderstorm in an instant. Pond willow by the clear water, Silent Hill idolize.
Mountains come and go, the scenery is different, the clouds are gone, and the sky is light. Majestic passers-by are full of lofty sentiments.
Seven Laws of Climbing/Feeling (2)
The peak is high and the steep slope is light, and the Wan Li fluctuates continuously. Knowing people is small, difficult, and bitter is young.
Emotion can recite poetry, and no ambition can compare with wind and rain. Riding a flying dust wanderer laughs, and the vicissitudes of life are free.
Thoughts on riding in the rain in Baihe Town, Klang Erdao, Ganzhou
The sour wind cuts and dyes the autumn mountain, and the branches are yellow and tender. Gradually, the peaks and turns, birds singing and water easy, Liubo rippling.
In full view, the sword whistled. It was bleak and rainy all the way, and my shirt was soaked. Several degrees of cloud elimination
Cloud gathering, one step at a time, laughing at bloom. Despite the ups and downs, a little heart Dan. Step on the dust carelessly.
Spread fanaticism, find poems and raise wine. Infatuated love, bamboo wind and plum music, singing all over the south.
Xiangzi's Riding on the Mountain
The water quality is clear and the therapeutic value is high. Autumn is wide and wild geese are singing. On the branches of the grass, it is yellow and tender. more
Lying in the distant mountains, quiet in the small village, and fragrant fruits and vegetables. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the mountains are vertical and horizontal. Pedestrian's place, hero's chest
Healthy. Qian Shan is full of water and worships every day. Let the wind and rain blow in an instant.
Xiangzi crosses Fengyeling Tunnel.
The tunnel is full of yin qi. The wind shivered with cold. It's hard to argue when a car sounds like a policeman. feel
My heart is pounding, my legs are stiff and my neck is tense. The wheels are smooth, rain or shine. Just life, bright and flat.
Ping. Wake up in time and support in adversity. Ask you what's wrong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you.
A four-line poem
Drink the west wind when you are hungry, and the river when you are drunk. Laughter will turn hardships into carrots. The world of mortals drifted in my dream and sang for me all over the castle peak.