Tangwangji
Savages are fascinated by seasons and climate, and sit across the dust. When I suddenly saw the yellow flowers vomiting, I knew I was back.
A thousand rocks reflect, and ten thousand trees open Linpu. The aroma is full, and no one brings wine.
Chongyang has a job this day.
Don Du Xunhe
First, Chongyang ancient platform, no one saw chrysanthemum chaos. Stealing white hair is funny,
It's sad to lock up the gold. In childhood, everyone is old, and fighting for wasteland will not be fulfilled.
Everybody clap your hands and sing loudly. Don't go back until the sun goes down.
Double Ninth Festival
Don
The festival is thrilling and beautiful, and the east fence is empty and has not blossomed. In a hundred years, I will be half-official and three-self.
Five acres is a waste of time. Is there a white coat to peel and peck? One of the black hats leans over.
Really sitting alone scratching his head, the door is rustling and the crow is screaming.