Like dreaming.
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Attached is the full text of Dianjiang Lip.
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing the guests come in, the socks (Chan, the third sound) slipped away, and they walked away in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Longevity daughter Feng Yansi.
Spring banquet, a cup of wine and a song. Pay tribute to Chen Sanyuan once again: First, may her husband be a thousand years old; Second, I hope my concubine is healthy; Third, I hope to see that you like Liang.
Write a scene to compare feelings.
An autumn night in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu
During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous everywhere. Who is fighting for the way? Green willows and bamboos push the cart.
Tourists will go at dusk and wake up drunk and noisy. The road turned into a dam. Until the city head always flowers.
Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. There is no standard. Red buildings and green covers followed.
The original painting entered the depths of the flowers, and it was fragrant and golden. The misty rain is mild. Go home drunk with a bang.
Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu
The canoe is short and the West Lake is good, the green water is winding, the grass is long and the warbler is flying, and the music is everywhere.
On the windless water, the glass was slippery, and the ship moved, causing slight ripples, which made the sand bird fly ashore.
Ouyang Xiu wrote more than ten poems about picking mulberry seeds in the West Lake. I won't list them all here. Because the most famous "the West Lake is good for a hundred flowers" is still a bit empty, so I won't write it here. )