horizontally looks like a peak on the side of the mountain, with different heights.
It is not the true face of Lushan Mountain, but only because it is in this mountain.
Yan Shu Qingpingle
The golden wind is fine, the leaves of the phoenix tree are falling, the first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, and people sleep in a small window.
Lagerstroemia indica and Zhu Jin are in ruins. Silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Huanxisha, Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old. When did the sun set?
There was nothing to do, but the flowers had fallen, and it seemed like the return of Yan. The fragrance path in the small garden wandered alone.
Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty.
The spring eyes were silent and precious, and the shade of the trees shone on the water and loved the fine and soft. If you want to stay in the cold and fall in the cloud pavilion, the solitary lights are half extinguished.
Thunder sends rain, rain knocks on the ping, and the mirror of the green pool is disturbed. Who is more sad? You can drink the leftover wine.
Huanxisha, Yan Shu
It's always fascinating to leave at leisure. Don't talk frequently at wine banquets,
There are mountains and rivers that are empty and far away, and falling flowers and rain hurt spring even more. Wandering bees make honey and secretly return home.
There is no wind and bamboo chaos in the golden house, and the clothes are full of water, so there is a need to remember people in spring.
Su Shi's "The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong"
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the spring river.
Artemisia selengensis is full of short reed buds, which is just when the puffer fish wants to go up.
a night-mooring near maple bridge Tang. At midnight, it's time for a passenger ship.
Du Fu's painting eagle
Since he practiced wind and frost, the eagle's painting is unusual.
He thinks of a sly rabbit, and his eyes look like he's worried about his beard.
The taeniasis can be picked up, and the porch is full of potential.
Why not hit every bird and spill his hair and blood?
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