A line of egrets rose into the sky.
Spring water, newborn milk throat,
The wasp flies home with its small tail.
Good years must be remembered,
It's orange, orange and green.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
The Yellow River flows into the East China Sea of China,
Wan Li wrote in his mind.
If the Yellow River continues to flow,
Sauvignon Blanc.
The Yellow River comes to Kunlun from the west.
Roaring Wan Li touches the dragon gate.
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.
Wan Ren is an isolated city.
The yellow crane never returned to the earth,
Baiyun will always fly without him.
At dusk, the wind and rain hit the garden.
Canju landed with gold.
The incense array pervades Chang' an,
The city is full of golden flowers.
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers bent the branches.