Hundreds of sounds follow the heart, and the flowers are red and purple.
I just knew that when I locked myself in a golden cage, I could sing freely in the Woods.
Liu Yelang was grateful to be released halfway, and also grateful for the beauty of recovery.
Lipper
Yellow mouth is a person, white dragon is a fish suit.
Before whales and salamanders are killed, jackals will turn their shoes over and over. When you become a prisoner of Chu, Qin Ting will cry.
I moved back and forth when I met two wise masters. I went to the countryside to worry about Yelang and devoted myself to the valley of the desert.
Half through the snow, as wide as a bird.
The son of heaven patrols the Jiange, and the emperor protects the wind.
Hu Bing went out of the hole in the moon, and the thunder broke the east of Guanzhi. Zuo Sao swept Luoyang Palace because of his right stroke.
Back in Jing Xian, this incident swept six contracts. It opened up imperial industry and made great achievements.
Back in Chang 'an, I won again two days later. Once I gave up my position, the sword and seal spread endlessly.
I am ashamed that I have no strength in autumn. Who will miss the towering sky, because I am wandering in the boundless sky, flying high and admiring Minghong.
Abandon the sword and learn red sand, and the jade boy in the furnace. Send a message to tell the master that I will be happy at the end of the year.
"If you can't see the birds in the pen, you can see the harrier jump into the trap."
From Noda oriole
Cao zhi
There are many trees and the sea waves are rippling. Why do you have to make many friends without a sword in your hand?
You can't see the birds in the fence, but you can see the harrier pouncing on the trap. Luo Jia is happy with birds, and teenagers are sad with birds.
Draw the sword and draw the net, and the yellowbird flies. Fly to the sky and thank the young man.
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
When the moon rises, the birds are startled, and the spring flows when it sounds. -Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek.
The air in the mountains is getting better every day, and birds are coming back. -Tao Yuanming's Drinking.
Feeling the flowers and tears, the lonely birds sang their sadness. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at the Moon"
1. Looking at the mountains from a distance,
Listen to the water silently.
Spring is gone and the flowers are still there.
It's not surprising that people have come.
(Gao Ding: "Painting")