A poem that begins with "money"

Xue Jiang

Liutang Zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.

Ten thousand:

There are many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge. Who do tourists like to stay in?

Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

Ten thousand mu can't stand the cold, and plum trees absorb the vitality of underground heating.

At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Wanjiamo noodles have no wormwood food, and there are songs.

Thousands of families show compassion for others. When will the officials return to the sky?

Water:

Water and green hills are suitable for painting, and tourists are willing to stay after enjoying them.

The bottom of the water is full of snails and there are thousands of wires hanging in the lake.

The fields are full of water, the rice leaves are neat, the sun shines through the treetops, and the smoke is low.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Thousands of people:

Thousands of feet muddles along, the blue wall is high, whoever rapes is stuck in the firewood.

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

Although it is hard, it is difficult to blow out wild sand before the gold rush.

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Mountain:

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

On the mountain, the wind blew, blowing crane sheng, the mountain predecessors looked at Cui Yun screen.

If you look at the scenery from a strange place, the West Lake will always be a small home.

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Beautiful scenery, with frost at night, a few trees are dark red and light yellow.