They are eager for the sun and the moon, and the expected journey is
was the plum, when you passed my silken window, where the flowers are cold, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold, the white houses are poor
In the colorful clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling are still
at sunrise, the river is red and the fire is victorious, and the river is green as blue in spring
The incense burner in Rizhao is full of purple smoke. It is said that the cock crows at sunrise
I often remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know where to go
The sunset in the lonely village, the old tree of light smoke, Western jackdaw
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten.
The prince of Wu was not allowed to go out when he was away. Today, he openly came to Huansha
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, and till now in the dark I close my thatch door
won the day to find Fangsi Waterfront, and the boundless scene was new for a while < Always change the new peach for the old one
The sun is scorching like a fire, and the wild Tian He rice is half scorched
Yesterday, I entered the city, and I came back with tears all over my face
The green hills on both sides of the strait are facing each other, and the lonely sails are coming
The incense burner in Rizhao is full of purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.
The spring mountain is warm and the wind is blowing, and it is a castle on the railing. Western jackdaw, an old tree with a light smoke, has green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers under the shadow of a little flying rainbow.
Guests compete for the sun and the moon, and travel to and from the expected journey. The autumn wind does not treat each other, and they arrive at Luoyang City first.
you who have come from my old country, tell me what has happened there! was the plum, when you passed my silken window, and Han Mei are in bloom?
At dusk, the mountains are far away, and it's cold and the houses are poor. Chai Men hears dogs barking, and the wind and snow return to people at night.
It takes a thousand miles to return to Jiangling in the morning. Apes on both sides of the strait are crying endlessly, and canoes have passed Chung Shan Man.
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery was once familiar. At sunrise, the flowers in the river win the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you not forget Jiangnan