Yueyang flows upstream to Bazhou, and the scenery on both sides of the strait is really acceptable. The riverside reed flowers dream, and the sunrise on the hillside reflects the wave head.
The stars hang at the bottom of Geba Qutang, and the moon shines on the Bai Di of Pinghu. You have seen everything, so you should be homesick for wine.
Yang's literary friend wrote a seven-character poem and sent the peasants and workers back to the city after the wheat harvest.
After the rain, the mountain flowers rejuvenate and the beads shed tears.
I don't give up my feelings, I whisper my love to my relatives. I have been in the work area for a long time, often sending letters, respecting the elderly and having concubines.
Words go back to the original jade, walking in the sand and traveling all over the world. First, the word Lin is the eighth part.
The desert is dusty, the lonely city is foggy, the balcony is high and the piano is silent. The wind swept the path, the leaves fell, and the branches did not see love birds.
Ride to the end of the world, travel the ancient road, and grow old through frost and rain. Old dreams in Jiangnan are sentimental and uneven.
Poetry about Yan Gui, a literary friend, walking on the beach to watch the development of wetland birds.
The waves are rough, the clouds are lingering, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the facts come out.
There is no limit to the construction of land, and there are ways to make money.
Wen Youyan returned to the original jade, stepped on the sand and traveled all over the world. Two
Sunset yellow sand, empty mountains and lonely birds, stretching Wan Li's poor tune. The eagle flutters its wings to drive away the clouds, and the lone wolf smiles at the moon.
Spring and autumn beyond the Great Wall, horns in the wind, wandering, few bosom friends. Frost congeals tears and worries, and ice flowers and wine shadow around.
The feelings of returning to the literary world and building a career in the sand.
Sandstorm in the north of Saibei, migratory birds in the south of the Yangtze River, Guanshandiao, You Xiang. Piles of cranes enter the clouds, and Lutang nightclub floor laughs.
Looking up at autumn, Long song drew a corner. How much do you know about emergencies? Sweat frequently and don't worry, and win a golden cup hug.
Editor's comment:
Chongqing is picturesque, and the characteristics of mountain cities are fully displayed, infecting readers. After the rain, the flowers shed tears to express their inner feelings, which is a pun and an apt metaphor. After the wheat harvest, I went back to work in the city. Reluctant to leave, remind me that the description is vivid. Travel all over the world, into picturesque scenery, into twists and turns, out of poetry. The content is unique, the concept is novel, and it is impressive after reading, and the reverberation is lingering. Buildings are unrestricted, bird habitats are occupied, birds have nowhere to live, and human beings make more money, which is sad. Traveling all over the world, bosom friends are hard to find, and my heart is desolate. Beautiful words and rich content. It is not difficult to build in reeds and tall buildings. Grasp the quality and win back the trophy. The content is full of life breath, be vividly portrayed. Good work, recommended by * * *, thanks for the contribution, greetings to the author, looking forward to wonderful continuation.