Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
Try to climb the other side of the mountain and your heart will fly away.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
There are trees on the horizon like a row of grass and rivers like a moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Into the canyon to see my brother off.
I used to study behind closed doors with my children.
I have never taken the risk of turbulence, so I don't care.
From then on, it is hard to talk about hard work.
Do evil, dig in the public village.
The wall is high and steep, flowing like a river.
I've been here for several nights, and I've never heard of apes.
When you fall in love, you lose your dream on the boat.
Tears touch the moon valley, and my heart breaks.
The stars are hard to harvest, and there are many autumn dew.
Because you went to Nanchu, this book shows your hometown.
The levee line sends 7 thousand yuan.
On the levee, horses and chariots are neck and neck.
Spring grass is older, February and March.
The prince and grandson are playing with pearls, and the women are admiring their socks.
Join hands today, who will Jiang Hua send?
Stay in Yangzijin and send Liu Hermit to Changshan, Runzhou.
Thinking under construction, I want to go deep into the river.
In the evening, at Wangjingkou, the smoke waves worry my heart.
The heart is in Maoshan cave, and the eye is extremely maple.
If you don't see a little star, the star will frost and sing at night.
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.
Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
Ritual Kuang what, looking at the empty stands.
Send Ding Dafeng Jinshi to show Zhang Jiuling.
My view of Emu Fu is that Wang Zuocai is your fault.
I'm sorry I have no money, but I came back ten days ago.
Abandon the old Country Garden, and your wings will be destroyed.
An old friend is working now, so it's not too late.