"Fog"
——Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty
Cao Gong was fascinated by Chu Ze, and the Han Emperor came out of Pingcheng.
The demonic atmosphere of Zhuolu is quiet, and the color of Danshan is bright.
Smoke-like flying is slightly heavier, while Fangyu scattered is lighter.
If it is not a bear sign, I would rather think about the love of a mysterious leopard.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Dong Sigong of the Tang Dynasty
Cangshan Mountain is silent at dusk, and the green view is about to sink.
Leopards hide in the morning in the south, and monkeys sing in the night in Wu Gorge.
The weather is constantly cold and the scenery is dark and dark.
After visiting the public supermarket, I will go to Huayin.
"Ode to the Fog"
——Suweiwei, Tang Dynasty
The mist rises from the cave and gully, and leads to Zapingchou in the distance.
At first glance it seems to contain a dragon sword, but it is also suspected to be a mirage.
The forest is dense with rain, and smoke floats along the path.
Fang Xie Gong took a step forward and finally followed Yan Fu.
"Clear Blue Mist in the Distant Mountains"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The remaining clouds collect the green ridge, and the evening mist forms the sky.
The belt is completely green, and the clouds are half red.
It seems that the first moon is separated and the morning breeze is blowing.
Because they are three miles away, the crowns and covers are connected to each other.
"The Fog in the Flower Garden"
——Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty
The orchid energy has filled the palace, and the new stamens are half-dressed.
The color contains light and heavy fog, and the fragrance attracts the wind.
The trees are thick and blue, and the flowers are thin and red.
It is still raining, as if it is far away in the sky.
"Sitting in the Water Pavilion at Night and Poeming to Know the Fog"
——Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty
The moon sets and the cold fog rises, meditating on the vast river.
The birds are twittering and the trees are scattered, and the mountains and rivers are completely blue.
Momosha is on the road, outside the fields of Yuyunzhou.
It is like relying on a distant tree, intermittent desire to reach the end of the sky.
"Wandering in the Lingwu"
——Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu
The sea fog in Qucheng is heavy, and the mission goes out early in the morning.
The vast sky merges with the sky, and the bright sun melts into the sky.
Just look at the white hair on the temples, and look at the dense clothes.
There is no distinction between road and horsemen, and all the trees in the suburbs are as if they were lost.
Fei Wei accidentally inhaled, and her skin became swollen and trembled.
Let’s drink a cup after returning home, and the common people will suffer from the disease.