Occasionally, young people in Song Zhuxi are easy to get old, and an inch of time is not light. Before the sweet spring grass grows in the pond, the plane leaves in front of the steps have rustled in the autumn wind.
Mountain Tour in Tang Dynasty: The stone path of the upper Hanshan Mountain in Du Muyuan is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
One night in the frost near Fengqiao Bridge, Jiangfeng fished and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Maple sugar plum bridge can shed leaves in Sanqiu and blossom in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
In autumn, fisherman Qiu Si Song Fan Zhongyan left Qiu Lai with strange scenery, but Hengyang Goose didn't notice it. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears. Don Tu Mu's Silver Candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, waving a small fan at fireflies. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.