The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass is invisible even from a distance.
The rain is like hanging on the Xianyang Bridge, and thousands of points of sky are covered with fishing boats.
The autumn wind blows the flowers and turns them into red flowers, and the autumn rain rolls over the spring mud.
Tonight the autumn mood has no mercy, but in the Ming Dynasty the autumn haze will brighten the spring sky.
Thousands of threads of light thunder fell overnight, and the jade light and floating tiles were jagged.
The loving peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch.
There are hundreds of flowers in spring, a moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter.
If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.
The lamps are dim and there are no flames and shadows. This evening I heard that you were banished to Jiujiang.
I sat up in shock while dying of illness, the dark wind blew rain into the cold window.