Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is dusk.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Thousands of trees are singing cicadas across the bank, and there is a westerly wind in Leyuan Scenic Area. ?
He hasn't shone the sunset to the east since xi stayed at Yuquan.
There are cicadas singing on all the trees, which startles the rainbow on the other side of the river, and there are gusts of westerly winds in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Xi drove a solar car and didn't stop to have a rest until dusk. He refused to let the sunset end and let the sun turn to the east.
Before going to Wuxing, I climbed the Leyou Tomb.
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
In the Qing dynasty, the taste was incompetent, and he loved lonely clouds in leisure and monks in peace. ?
I want to send the crowd to the rivers and seas, and I want to look up at Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Too many times, wandering around, interesting but incompetent. I love the lonely clouds in the sky and the monks in the mountains.
I want to work in Xing Wu, and I will visit Zhaoling in Leyuan Scenic Area.
Leyou tomb
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The vast birds are singing, and the ancient relics disappear in the deserted Leyuan Scenic Area. ?
Want to serve the motherland and make contributions, No.5 is in the bleak autumn wind.
The sky is boundless, birds disappear from the sky, and ancient relics disappear in this deserted Leyuan scenic spot.
In order to make contributions to the motherland, the number of five tombs is in the bleak autumn wind.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
If you don't remember the chaos of the spring dream, the boarding in the Spring Garden is already very heavy.
The Green Gate makes willow smoke, and Ziting dances Yun Song.
The inkstone is light and the ice is scattered, and the green is thick.
No poetry, no singing.
Because of confusion, I can't remember the dream of spring. When I boarded vilen, I found that spring was already deep.
Rubbing willow branches at the Green Gate and watching pine and cypress rise to the clouds at the Purple Pavilion.
Gently wipe the inkstone so that it is covered with thin ice, and then pour the newly brewed wine into the cup.
The heart is tasteless only in poetry, and tasteless after poetry.