Song Xin qi Ji
I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have had a cold food. In the flower garden, there are some storms and some chaos. The red powder darkens with the running water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense. Every year, the Erythrina flowers fall, and the cold is weak.
The yard was quiet and empty. There is nothing to say, nothing to worry about. I am afraid of stray Inging and Swallow, and I know the news. There is no trace of colorful clouds. Teach people, be ashamed to go upstairs, be flat and green.
Fortunately, in the middle, the small garden is quiet and not awkward.
Qingnalanxingde
The small garden is quiet and quiet, and the hedges are winding like home in the mountains. During the day, I sang for a long time, and suddenly I heard the green yarn ringing.
Add bamboo stone, accompanied by haze. I intend to comfort the years with wine. Take a rest in this life and plant flowers for spring.
Crossing Xiangjiang River
Tang Dushenyan
Lamenting the past in the garden, the sight of birds singing in spring triggered my sadness at the border.
I pity those who fled south from Beijing alone. I envy the water of Xiangjiang River, but you went to the north!
Evening photo of Liang Zhu Xiao Yu Chu Qing
short for Shenyang/a surname
The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.
In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.
Liang Zhu bid farewell to Li Gongze in late spring.
Song sushi
There is no smoke without fire. Lonely garden, willow and old cherry. The sunset is still sitting, and the mountains and clouds are broken.
At the end of the road, people turn the rudder. Berthing in the fishing village, the moon is dark and windy, and it is unbearable to be lonely. With the help of flying souls, I think of you and you think of me.