1, until the bank at low tide widens and there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows become songbirds.
3. In the clear sky, a crane rows clouds and leads poems to Bixiao.
4, advise you to drink a glass of wine, no one in the world knows you.
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
7. Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! .
8. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green.
On the 9th, Qian Fan, next to the shipwreck, Wan Muchun was in front of the sick tree.
10, the spring breeze is bright, and 600 million China is the best.