Poems describing the moon, mountains, water and flowers, two sentences each.

In the bright light at the foot of my bed, people suspect that there is frost on the ground.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, people will see that other mountains are short under the sky. ..

There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.

The water flew down three thousands of feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had set for nine days.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.