1, even the stars appeared, and the sun hung at night. This is a legacy, and it is self-protection.
2. The west wind of the sunset rolls white sand, and Guanshan Wan Li is homesick. Luhuayan has no faith, and persimmon frost is full of crows.
3, Qulan is short and sunny, and persimmon walnut leaves are many. In order to love the beautiful scenery in the west of the city, Xiang will come one day.
4. The winding Qingxi is ten miles long, with a net culvert and Qiu Guang. This trip was at the end of Fan Chuan, and the rice was cooked with fish fat and persimmon yellow.
5. It's sunny and cold in first frost, and smoke falls from several fences. Sha Ou trail is full of fish, and wild birds are called persimmon red.
6. The temple bell goes through bamboo and the hole is deep. What will Wild Goose Gate report? Wan Li is ashamed to say some nonsense.
7. Xiaocheng East Road, talk to monks and avoid noise. Suyun opens a ridge hole, and there is no Chuanyuan in late rice.
8. There are dark mulberry branches in the village and countless red persimmons in the forest. When the sun sets, the servants are in trouble, and * * * happily goes to the gate.
9, the bed is fragrant with spring wine, who knows persimmon yellow when drunk. Thinking that old friends have been quenching their thirst for a long time, Qiu Lai is picking up frost.
10, crisp autumn pear is white, and the frost contains fresh persimmon. Shandong has a good geographical position, which has been handed down since the twelfth century.
1 1, the mountain forest paintings on the lake are not as good as those in first frost. In the evening, red persimmons are collected on the sloping terraces of trees, and there are white fish in the cold current.
12, the piano on the stone respects the wild moss, and there are few chickens and dogs in the fence. If you have a level, it is also a cloud that covers your eyes and dares to be bored.
13, the ancient temple is surrounded by mountains, and the road is rugged. A temple is cold and closed, and the night wind blows.
14, you ensnared the poor, and the dust washed away the air. I'm afraid I will never travel again. Let's say it in a little poem.
15, the post road is early in the morning and the horse is late, and the village wanderer covers Chai Fei. When the golden capsule is ripe, the orange is ripe and the frost is thin.