Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran
The level of the lake in August is mixed with the clear water.
The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran
The level of the lake in August is mixed with the clear water.
The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in shameful sage. Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Meng Haoran
The level of the lake in August is mixed with the clear water.
The steam is steaming over the dreamy lake, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City.
If you want to save money without a boat, you will live in shameful sage.
Sitting back and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish. Such ancient poems are like:
Xugongdian, Suxin City
Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
This poem expresses the poet's love for rural life.
In addition, there are also the following poems:
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe under the moon.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
But seeing where his wife was worried, she was filled with poems and books filled with joy. Such ancient poems are like:
Xugongdian, Suxin City
Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
This poem expresses the poet's love for rural life.
In addition, there are also the following poems:
In the morning, I clean up the wasteland and filth, and return home with a hoe under the moon.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
But seeing where his wife was worried, she was filled with poems and books filled with joy.