Jiangnan Spring Tang Dynasty? Du Mu
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing, the green is reflected in red, and the water village, mountain and Guo wine flags are winding. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
Spring Fu? Yu Xin
Spring has returned from Yichun Garden, and spring clothes are made in the fragrant building.
Thousands of birds chirp in the New Year, and poplar flowers fly everywhere in February.
Heyang County is full of flowers, and Jingu has always been full of trees.
A clump of vanilla is enough to get in the way, and a few feet of hairspring can cross the road.
Drive up the forest and compete to enter, hug the river bridge and compete to cross.
Climbing a lonely island in the middle of the river to thank Lingyun?
I am tired of looking at the south of the Yangtze River and wandering around in the vast north of the Yangtze River. Huaixin Road turns around, looking for strange scenery without delay.
Fu?Feng?Ge Baozhao
I left Jinhua Palace yesterday and this time I am in Yanmen County. He holds the Qin Ge while sleeping and lying down, and holds the Yue arrow while perching.
Endure the sadness of saying goodbye to your close friends, and weep along with the story. The cold smoke lingers in the sky, and the morning sun suddenly relaxes.
Watch the solitary stone abalone illuminated
There are many warm rocks in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are many trees and cold peaks. Zhu Hua embraces the white clouds, and the sun shines in the bright wind.
The clams are throttling and the algae are flowing, and the pyroxene is chaotic and the smoke is flowing. The clouds are flowing away to no end, and the waves are flowing to no end.
The whistle and song are clear, and the lingering view of the morning has ended. How many times will the floating life meet, and the joy of drinking will fill your heart.
Ascend to Chang'an in Autumn and Huaiyu Xin
The sound of the roaring horns and the roaring horns has faded, but there is no sign of the Jinling Yongzhai Difficulty.
The brocade palace is deep and soft, and the lonely tent in the border town is cold and green.
In the dusk of Chang'an, there is a silver pan, and in the autumn of Jianye, the iron cords are cold.
I lament that there are so many dreams in my life, but there is still one dream left in my hometown.