There are many trees on Jieshi Mountain, and all kinds of grass grow luxuriantly. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The autumn wind is rustling and the waves on the sea are sky-high. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to start from this vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;
The Milky Way is dotted with stars, as if it were born in this vast ocean. Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Very lucky. Use singing to express your thoughts and feelings. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. Tourists from Wang Wan stopped at the foot of Beibao Mountain and passed the bleak Gubei Mountain. The boat sailed along with a blue river. The spring tide is rising, and the rivers on both sides are wider. sail before the wind just hung the sail high. The red sun broke through the night and rose from the sea, and the spring breeze at the end of early spring swept across the river. I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. When will Guiyan fly to Luoyang? Bai Juyi traveled to Qiantang Lake in spring from Gushan Temple to Jiating West. The spring water on the lake just overlaps the dike and white clouds and is connected with the waves on the lake. Several early orioles scrambled to fly to the sunny tree, and the new swallows were nesting with spring mud in their mouths. Countless colorful spring flowers gradually fascinated people's eyes, and the shallow spring grass just covered the horseshoe. I like the beautiful scenery in the east of the West Lake best. I haven't visited it enough, especially the white sand embankment under the green shade. Xijiangyue Xin Qiji
The moon came out to disturb the magpies in the branches, and cicadas sang from time to time in the gently blowing night wind. The smell of rice flowers is refreshing. I stopped to listen to the frogs, as if singing for people's harvest ... You see, there are still seven or eight stars on the horizon occasionally. In a blink of an eye, it rained in front of the mountain for two or three minutes. The rain was coming, so I hurried to take shelter, but I couldn't find the familiar Maodian, so I ran to the corner of the west end. Hey, isn't Maodian just around the corner? On the path in Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si, at dusk, I saw dead vines winding around old trees. A sleepy old crow squatted on a sparse branch. Under the small bridge and by the flowing water, the laughter of several families came, which made me miss my hometown more. Riding a scrawny horse and walking on the ancient road in nobody walks makes my homesickness surge! Alas! The sun has finally set, and I, a lonely and sad stranger, am still wandering around the world.