(Meng) Luo (Ming) Luo
Shao Yong
One to two or three miles, goose, goose, goose, don't cut the red crown on your head,
There are four or five smoke villages. Xiang Tiange. Walking in the snow-covered future.
There are six or seven pavilions with white hair and green water, and I dare not speak out of turn in my life.
Eighty or ninety flowers. The red palm clears the waves. Call on thousands of households to open up.
I saw it in jingyesi village.
Li Baiqing gaoding qingyuanmei
In the bright light at the foot of my bed, grasshoppers fly in February, and cowboys ride cows.
Is there frost already? . The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. This song shook Lin Yue.
I looked up and found it was moonlight. The children came back from school early and wanted to catch cicadas.
I sank again and suddenly remembered home. Dongfeng is busy, flying kites. Shut up suddenly.
Back to my hometown.
He Zhang zhi Bai Juyi
Young people leave home, old people go back, and the endless grass on the plains comes and goes with the seasons.
The local accent has not changed. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
The children didn't know each other, so sweetly they squeezed into the old highway and reached the crumbling gate.
Smile and ask the guest where he is from. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Su Xinshi Xugong Branch Lushan Waterfall, Wang Ge, Chile
Yang Wanli's Folk White
The hedge is sparse and deep, Chilechuan, under the shady mountain, and the incense burner in Rizhao emits purple smoke.
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of Sichuan.
The children chased Huang Die, and the sky was gray and messy. They flew thousands of feet, and there was no cauliflower at all. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows. Until I think the Milky Way has fallen from the ninth floor of heaven.