A poem with a wet beginning

It snows in Tianshan Mountain, and it rains on rainy nights. Wet horses stop the chaos, and the fire is weak. Ding sent Wu farewell and Shule returned. When the crisis passed, the long elm leaves became sparse. It snows in Tianshan Mountain, and it rains on rainy nights. Wet horses stop the chaos, and the fire is weak. Ding sent Wu farewell and Shule returned. Depending on the situation, the long elm leaves are sparse. Wet mat edge bamboo diameter, sparse revetment ice. Occasionally sell city wine, no more than four or five liters. Poets love the times, and Taoist ci rises. Funny joke, Yougu Sun Deng. Ming Meng Bamboo Pavilion is a quiet and warm boudoir wall. Clouds surround mountains, and water meets stones. The wet tree bathes the bird mark, and the moss breaks the deer mark. Bak Yan, moved by the dust, can be regarded as a good place to live. Who is the person who cherishes the twilight, and sends the spring together. Because you pass by the teahouse, you stay in the orchid room. Wet moss slipped and the soft grass was low. Magpies love words in pairs and are crazy about flowers. Smoke-filled mountains are baking and springs are spewing. Don't hang the gourd ladle, it will move the book. Quite resistant to firewood and seclusion, how can you smell Zen? Bamboo columns are not sparse, and nets and vines are denser. There is little ink in the pool and no raw paint in the garden. Jingyan's pillow is still tired, and she is lazy when she wakes up with wine. The cloud teaches ignorance, and the land can exist in name only. You should wait for Royal Green and go out in quiet time. Born by mistake, it is not expensive. There are roots in Du Jun's well, and I feel that there are many different people in the world. Drag the wire and hang the wire. You see, Pei Hui is full of He Shanshan. Chunfeng also likes this thing very much. It smells good when rolled up. The wet clouds and leaves can't be put down, and the flowers in Cui Yu are surprised and lost. May the desire for solitude be loose and not fade, and the emperor cannot be upright. I am a different generation, and I don't go against the trend. A solitary pine is injured by an axe, and my soft branches are harmless. In the game of butter and tartar, I envy Zhan's heart and vulgarity. Picking up incense, giving birth to shadows, and dispersing the wind will surely become a great instrument. The wind blows the Lu people and drifts along the banks of the Shu River. Wetlands spare frogs, and ghosts and gods are full in the old days. When I wake up, I will go back to my way and come back every day when I am well. A thousand miles of willows grow, and spring rot from him. The milky way is gone, and the moss is scattered. The wet light is slightly suffused with grass, and the stone shakes. Wild view of clouds and the moon, autumn city leaks the clock. Knowing that you are near here, nine strangers meet less. On the river, people's peach branches shed their hedges in the cold spring rain. Shadow is tempted by clear water, but wind is jealous of safflower. Blowing flowers and sleeping beside the boat, water, light and wind are afraid. Red hate thin cover in my arms, but I regret that I don't pick it up. If you get wet for a long time, you will fly half a day late, and nothing will happen in the sand grass. Bees and butterflies are affectionate, but dragonflies avoid all the troubles. Wet green strips are broken, and there are many cold and yellow leaves. I don't know what autumn rain means, but how to send it. How lazy the comb is, people's enthusiasm fades. It was very hot at that time, but fortunately it was rare to see guests. Wet the pool water and cool the bamboo leaves. Exposed to the bed, wearing white clothes. Courtyard and waiting for the house, prostitutes return to the empty building. A feast for the weak and the strong long ago.