Inscription: Wenying Lake, formerly known as Wenying Lake, is located in the east of Datong County, with its back against Deng Bai and Cai Liang. Used to be a mirror, the scenery is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful. From the Northern Wei Dynasty, it was a good place for wealthy families and literati in Datong to travel and express their feelings, but it dried up in the 1990s!
Two years ago, late autumn. Walking alone at the dry bottom of Wenying Lake
Birds' eggs in the sunset were broken on the mast of the city.
Iron will, forest and road
The momentum is strong. The endless wormwood quivered and filled the sky.
No water, not a drop! The eyes of the Great Lakes are claustrophobic.
The sheep have been scattered for a long time and wandered on the island in the middle of the lake.
The weasel is busy digging holes between fish bones.
Collect winter grain. I know
I am a wandering fish, looking for it.
A girl's tears, just pick them up
Scorching cluster arrows, rotten oars
The sound of the waves is weak, and the water of Wang Yang is rampant
It rises from the foot and rises into the sky of the city.
Swimming fish, shells, undulating reeds
A gloomy sky.
Holding a frozen tear.
Kiss Wen Ying's last swan song.
Twenty-two years ago, on a winter night. The light in the moonlight is yellow, like a blooming chrysanthemum.
A girl came to the lake, sang under the Leng Yue and wandered around the lake.
She was wearing a red down jacket, wandering on the blue ice and red flames.
Wake the sleeping fish. The soul of the water returned to the water, and she walked into the water.
Hard cracks, dedicated to cold and desperate water, long black hair.
Dancing aquatic plants, desperate lament, at the bottom of the lake.
She still sings a song, singing a fish song.
The fish swam around, opened their eyes in surprise and polished the ice on the lake.
Twenty-three years ago, it was still a winter night, and the snow was gloomy. The Great Lakes are like a full moon.
Like cold glass, the boat ran aground, and the dog's voice was as dull as that of a tiger.
Like a broken drum. The fish is talking.
Three drunks came around and danced in the snow.
At midnight, lying in an icy lake.
Scream like a wolf. Wenying Lake is not Swan Lake.
No dancing with light ice.
No birch forest, no sleigh in the snow.
Ice lakes are quietly breaking, and fish are holding them high.
It's so light. They killed the last Du Kang.
Then pee and talk about women.
Then recite Ye Saining's poems.
Then, I stumbled all the way west.
Has anyone seen a passing horse?
Walking in the snow, the snow stole them.
Bare hoofprint
1500 years ago, the giant stone Buddha stood tall in the clouds.
The golden chariot is mighty, out of the east of Pingcheng.
Empress Dowager Cixi held hands by the lake and watched her grandchildren playing in shallow water.
Abundant aquatic plants, descendants of Xu Jiayao.
Fishing with a net makes sheep like ants.
Camel bells jingled and she remembered again.
The Flowering Period of Peony in Luoyang
Two thousand two hundred years ago, snow and ice raged in the frozen northern plateau.
For seven days and seven nights, Huns were Khan's fighters.
Still besieged the trembling Deng Baishan.
From the past, the dark sky of the big fellow was shattered.
The bonfire was burning in the whistling west wind, and there was not much mutton in the tent.
Without soju, the fish in the lake is hard to catch.
A group of people slipped out of the barracks.
Liu bang said, let Chen Ping go down the hill to make a honey trap.
I'll take you to Taihe Spring to play his mother.
Liu Bang is the third brother of our half brother.
He's just our third brother after drinking and getting drunk. He is like a tiger.
We usually call ourselves leaders and privately call ourselves bosses.
We're here for the smell of wine and breasts.
Like a small animal with a keen sense of smell and excitement, riding a snowboard,
Fly to Deng Baishan at midnight.
Like the team led by Shao Jianbo, they crossed the snowy mountain forest.
A swallow glides across the frozen surface of Wenying Lake.
Some poets in coconut clothes are fishing for snowflakes by the lake.
They are all familiar with each other. Go with them, don't pull your dick.
Hundreds of millions of years ago, volcanoes spewed magma and flowed.
Burning fingers, protruding from the center of the earth.
The snake in the lake retreated overnight.
The giant turtle growled and propped up the salty earth.
Millions of years ago, the universe was like a cow in heat.
A big fish with a huge tail throws a string of fish eggs.
A burning stone escaped from the depths of the black hole.
Splash on the milky way.
Later, God said, look, that's the earth, a pile of rubbish!