Poetry on the road of life is badly needed.

It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and I will bump up and down.

The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side! Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long. Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

There are many roads in Wan Li, and the world is narrow.

Xu Ning said that the old castle peak road was there, and Bai Shou returned to his hometown drunk.

Zhang Jiuling replied that Lu Li pine leaves are good wine, and as much as spring comes. Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.