Qujiang landscape has been heard for a long time, and it is difficult to travel in the unknown.
I am willing to enter the world by painting scriptures. As long as I am in a good place, I will open my eyes.
The drizzle and rain in early spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
At the end of spring, Baidu looked at the detailed information of Han Yu.
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Left and moved to Languan, my nephew Xiang Hanyu.
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night.
If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.
Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse.
Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river. Liu Zongyuan's "Reward Cao Xiang County to See and Send" broke the upstream of Yushan, and the poet was stationed in Mulan boat. Your message poem is like a spring breeze, which arouses my infinite affectionate thoughts; I want to take Shu Pinghua to see you, but you must be busy because of business. Xiju, I have been troubled by the official hat and robe for too long, and I am glad to be exiled to this wild south. I am now a neighbor of growers and harvesters, and I am a guest of the mountains. I plow in the morning, turn over the grass with dew, and tie a fishing boat at night to break the quiet stream. I walked back and forth, hardly meeting anyone, singing long poems and staring at the blue sky. Xue Jiang
It's good to visit the West Lake by boat.
The green water winds.
Cao Fang Chang Di
There is faint music everywhere.
Smooth glass on windless water
Unconsciously, the ship moved.
Fretting ripple
The frightened sand bird flew ashore.
Pick mulberry seeds
The spring rain is deeper than the West Lake.
Bai Hui Yan Zheng
Butterflies are noisy.
Sunny days keep flowers warm.
Ge Youyou painted by Lan Rao.
Doubt is immortal.
Return wave interval
The water is wide and the wind is strong.
Pick mulberry seeds
Row a boat to carry wine. The West Lake is nice.
A fast beat or rhythm in music.
Jade lamp urges transmission
The smooth waves made me fall asleep intoxicated.
The clouds are under the boat.
Empty water is fresh.
Pitching flow
It is suspected that there is still one day in the lake.
Pick mulberry seeds
Although many flowers have fallen, the West Lake is still beautiful this season.
The wolf is in ruins.
Fly in the clouds
The weeping willows are dried.
Let all the tourists leave.
Spring begins to feel empty.
Put down the curtains
It is drizzling in Shuang Yan.
Pick mulberry seeds
Who can enjoy the West Lake?
Jia Wu Jing Shi
Flying over the eaves and chasing each other.
Lust after flowers and get drunk.
Who knows idleness is weakness?
Cao Fang Xie Hui
Water is far away and smoke is light.
A small Cangzhou egret flies.
Pick mulberry seeds
The West Lake is good in Qingming Festival.
Full of prosperity
Who is fighting for the way?
Green willow wheels take the cart.
Tourists will leave at sunset.
Wake up drunk and make noise.
Road turning dike slope
Until the city head always flowers.
Pick mulberry seeds
The West Lake is good after the lotus blooms.
When the wine comes,
There is no standard.
Red buildings in front and back, green cover
Row the boat into the depths of the flowers
Xiang Jin fan ya
The misty rain is slight.
Get as drunk as a fiddler and go home with a bang.