To, to, to the stone, to the mountains, to Tang Dumu.
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Back home, I wrote a book for Tang and Zhang Zhi to Wang Lun and Tang Libai.
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
The second volume of grade two
Caotang? Bai Juyi Su Xinshi Xugong Branch Yang Wanli
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed.
In the wildfire, they were never completely consumed. They were high in the spring wind again, and the children chased Huang Die and flew to cauliflower.
Wang Lushan Waterfall Tang Li Bai's quatrains Tang Du Fu
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.