There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Yuminao
Light rain and fine wind, in the smoke of Wanjiayangliuqing.
Love trees can't afford to fly when they are wet, autumn is boundless, and spring pays east.
How much time can there be in 90 years? Scarabs left nothing they wanted.
I sent a message to Dongyang Wine Market, got drunk, and now I am happy to cry for his New Year.
Que Qiao xian Zhu Shu Zhen
Qiao Yun put on makeup late, the west wind stopped the summer heat, and it rained lightly in the sky.
Penny Weaver has been in autumn several times, but she still hates the tears from her intestines.
Cool into the room, quiet and happy, satisfied with the world.
What is like a twilight and a dynasty, but it changes year after year.
Bai Juyi in early summer in Seiryuji.
After a light rain, the dust was flying and the ground stood high on a long slope.
Outside the Nishi Temple, it is prosperous and peaceful.
There are idle old monks standing, and there are no customers.
The residual meaning is exhausted, and the new leaves are more shaded.
Spring has come and gone for a few days, and Xia Yun is suddenly senile.
It is the feeling of the season, and the years are dark.
Hu Weiwei loves this city and won't go back to Luo Yan?
Castle peak, how about asking yourself?
I stayed in Lin Ting, happy to quench my thirst with poison.
Light rain flies to the top of the forest and floats into the night coolly. Knowing where to stay is better than good wind.
Brocade turns red core, pearls jump blue lotus. How deep Fang Zun is, this interest can be sung.
Feng Hexing recommended Fu Temple (the old house of Zhongzong) Zhao.
After the dragonfly in the treasure land, the golden Buddha appears. Let a hundred flowers blossom across national boundaries, and never tire of the imperial inheritance.
Fortunately for Beique, Xiyuan belongs to the abbot. The clothes were painted with old stones and the king built a new temple.
In the temple, the phoenix greets the carved chariot, and the rainbow is in the colorful flag. The cave was wet with rain, and I enjoyed the poems of the wind.
Wang Wei, clerk
It's raining in Mao Mao in the light shade pavilion, and the deep courtyard opens in the daytime. Sitting watching the color of moss, I want to put on my clothes.