Modern poetry in the most closed town

Throughout the ages, heroes have come forth in large numbers.

All travelers in the world are familiar with each other.

His way has been passed down through the ages.

Sunset holds up half the sky.

Bridges have been flowing for thousands of years.

Yulong Snow Mountain Feitiandu

Snow-capped peaks make people hesitate.

Jiuding Longtan village village Wu China

Qinglong bridge goes swimming together.

Lanterns are hung on the willows on the shore.

The river is clear and gentle.

The sky is high and wide.

Like spring in March.

Stay awake in the dark

Night fell quietly.

Thousands of lights converge like a rainbow.

Beating bonfires and rippling feelings

Singing and dancing are peaceful.

Tourists stopped between the stone roads.

The whole town is as prosperous as yesterday.

Qian zai yun se

Break the sky with one knife

The green pond was blurred by the rain.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as fine as silk.

Beauty is full of joy and sadness.

The Ancient Road and Gu Xiang's Two Reflections

The evening flowers in LAM Raymond start from scratch.

Only the bright moon can't understand lovesickness

time flies

Go with the flow alone

Happy world is still me.

read

Another fallen flower

How can water be heartless?

Who holds the hand of * * * bald head again?

wait for

Fate builds a boat.

Go to Qiu Lai in spring.

It was always a drunken dream.

Acacia difficile

If I come here one day,

Wonderful! Wonderful!