Write three poems

Under the next berth of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan's "Tang"), under the green hills, I and the boat meandered green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Bai Juyi's Tang) Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with a low water level at first. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Xijiangyue (Xin Qiji's Southern Song Dynasty), the bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou.

travel

When the spirit is depressed.

Life will cease to exist.

A curvy figure

How can you stand it?

Autumn leaves are bleak and the wind is urgent.

Hang your head

Just to improve your mind.

If you have an unyielding soul

There will be a solid land under your feet.

Wherever you go,

There will be countless pairs of eyes following you.

From other people

We know ourselves.

good luck

Spring is not over yet.

But I already feel that spring is easy to get old.

Time flies.

Will fate be like absinthe?

Colorful colors make the brain dizzy.

An indifferent life may be a good medicine.

People should not be satisfied with poverty.

But how can we not be a little lofty?

Withered character

It will ruin everything.

good luck

May your heart be as good as luck.

The withered flower is a flower.

Your life is in spring.

Why do I see the face of Frost Leaf?

Just because of that beautiful mirror.

bankrupt

Your attachment is deep.

Wandering in the dream for a long time

Because both hands are sticking out,

You can't hold the moon in the water.

Then let yesterday be a memory.

It has also become a commemoration.

There is not only one place in life.

Colorful and romantic

The withered flower is a flower.

-Not spring.