Small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, the sun sets, and there are plenty of grass in the world.
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, with a flat surface and low feet.
The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
The waves outside the bridge are as green as duck's head, and the wine in the cup is as yellow as goose. Camellia wakes up drunk, but crosses the west village to watch the sunset.
North of Ke Qiao, west of Caoshi in Weizhou, the moon is frosty and the sky is low. There is no fish jumping in the frozen pool, and there are cranes living in the deep forest.
When it rains on the West Lake Bridge, the four mountains are full of smoke and the scenery is uneven. White clouds suddenly passed through the green forest, and a corner of the hall was set off by the sunset.
The bridge is flowing, and the sunset swims west of the city. When the boat paddles gently, everyone is intoxicated.