Like a flock of deer under the snow-capped mountain in a sedan chair.
Through the emerald copper eye.
Trekking through the flute of kitchen smoke
Covered with water and colorful clouds, travel far.
Meidu's songs fly over the green hills.
Detained in Bamei shore in autumn.
Waiting and dreaming of a thatched cottage
Accompanied by ancient love
In memory of those beautiful sunset clouds and names.
Camouflage makeup is reflected in June.
A mirror dyed red with pomegranate flowers and jealousy
Butterflies wearing gold and silver by Fuxian Lake.
Kiss her youth chased by the breeze.
And dimples full of smiles and tears
The handrails of Jinri Building rise and fall day and night.
Wan also left his roots.
After all, this is due to the bells and drums and piety of Zhuqian Temple.
Pigeons in Righteousness Square are whispering in the warmer branches.
The willows on the soft embankment of Cuihu Lake weave the feelings of tourists.
On Wuchi Road, which was submerged by weeds in the outer suburbs.
Heroes in Qin and Han dynasties still bear the scars of heaven.
Blood-soaked thorns listen to CoCo Lee's pain
The hoof bells of the caravan filled natural moats and faults.
Sorghum and rice never stop dying and prospering.
Brand and legend of three parallel rivers
Tender feelings spread to egrets and goshawks.
Roars and stormy waves in Hengduan Mountains.
Throughout the ages, heaven and earth have fluctuated.
Into the eyes of the sun and stars
Two pagodas celebrate the journey from east to west.
Buds wet the sad streets.
Your Royal Highness Kim came back with jewels.
Crystallize its eyes from the warmth of the ocean.
A ship dreaming in a wandering harbor.
Migratory birds and lovers have settled in the north.
Dali listens to the wind and rain alone on a dead night.
The black and pink of Erhai Lake is full of dust and broken walls.
Draw a snow-covered Qian Shan!
The barren ancient capital is a new year.
The stone forest is bustling with light and shadow at dusk.
Xia Dong in western Shandong disappears and the four seasons grow.
The pursuit in the bag walks through the south of colorful clouds
Xia Hong wiped away the rain in his hometown on the way.
I came, left and stayed.
Sing the poetry of this land.