Children don't know where spring is, but only pick out the poems of which generation of tourists.

Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

The white hair is still dashing, and I am drunk and play the flute.

I'm still here, flowers are cold and mountains are deep.

Washing bamboo and teaching style are very comfortable, and you can see the Chu moon clearly across the stream.

Children don't know where spring is, but only travel.

When the curtain rises, it will be sent for a long time, and the moon will be in the sky.