Deng county Xia Ling
Panshan lock, stone road twists and turns. Post horses carry saddles with birds, while pedestrians learn to climb with sticks. Red Chardonnay often surrounds Feng Dan, while green haze will be green. The southeast depends on the key, and it is necessary to control the barbarians of heaven and earth.
Title "Song of Mao Letian's Ink Painting in Jianglangshan"
There are thousands of acres of bamboo in Mao Gong's chest, all made at night. After a while, the paper was full of cigarettes, and I knew I had sent one every time. Recalling the past, there was a master of bamboo painting, Dongyang Liulin West Lake Cluster. Handwriting is both a mountain and a stone, and the thunderstorm in Nanshan rises the black dragon. You can also count Jiang's skillful hands. First praise the classic Weng, whose branches and leaves are strong and handsome, and vulgar. Since ancient times, you have been thin but not rich. Mountain people are clever and outstanding, but their pen and ink are stubborn. Wang Yi swam into Qiyuan, but the wall was covered by everyone. Or like onions found in spring, misty rain in Xiaoxiang, or like the scorching sun in midsummer, fingers blowing to attract the wind. Sometimes leaning on strange rocks, the clouds and the moon are in the sky, sometimes the branches are like sounds, and the snow is deep in thousands of feet, which is exquisite. Be modest and be friends with pines and cypresses. Cui Ye used to live together as husband and wife. There are always famous paintings in the world, on an equal footing with the mountain people, and this painting will eventually be cherished.
Tianjiayin
The water in the field is long, and the wild old man drives the cattle. In late autumn, when it rains at night, we can plant it for profit. The Lord warned the Asian brigade that it must be broadcast as well as broadcast. Tired and tired, how dare you rest? When the sun is shining, the wheat seedlings are showing, and the exposed ears of wheat are pumping. It's a pity to plant a variety of crops. I hope there will be autumn in wheat. Pray and pray first, open the urn and offer a new straw. Make up for the shortcomings and worry-free for the king.
Wheat is hanging on the pole, and barley is hanging. It's time to beat the wheat early. Four or five generations in the same well, the sound of the board is far-reaching. Pedestrians passing through Long Mu are like smelling cake bait. There is a lot of wheat this year, and the car is full of money. Ten more, and you'll be poor for months. Calling friends, it's new. Try again at sunrise tomorrow.
In February and March, the spring rain is like frost. Wu Gou ate grass, but he went to Gaodong. My family has ten acres of land, and I can finish everything around in one day. Neighbors are too obedient to talk about Cao: poor harvest is laziness, and more harvest is just labor. Put your shoulders in the shade and your hands are covered with green silk.
Listen to the birds urging cultivation and call for transplanting rice. If the whole body is covered with paint, the wind and rain will attack the herring. How can I work when I'm too lazy to walk? Young crops and four horses, no pains for young horses. Steamed quinoa is paid to the east, and the song is sung every other day. Looking at the rice fields, egrets pass by.
There are many late rice in Sizhuang, and autumn rain listens to waves. In August, the drums sounded, and the cooking beams were more yellow than the households. Fertile fields have no evil years, and barren fields are busier. If you are diligent in farming, you will have regrets and luck. Autumn dew is like pearls, and autumn grain is like clouds. Harvest the straw in September and wash the fields in 10. We are small people and dare not say that we are young. May you share the fragrant grass, which will always be the glory of the motherland.
Xu Jiang zhi Zhu ci
Carving jade and painting colorful Jia are as gorgeous as brocade and rosy clouds. There is always spring in front of the hall, and it also arrives in Qiyuan for flowers.
Firecrackers were like smoke, and the children boasted about the overlord whip. Recently, the new system is also very clever, and it flies to the sky.
The horseheads are arranged in twos and threes, and the crown jade looks very romantic. As soon as Red Tooth forced her to sing, her sleeve collar contended for Xie Suqiu's praise.
Cigarettes and Luo's Cave
Stone drips water, and the source is long. The mirror opened under the oblique setting sun. The shadows are ancient and the waves are fragrant. The old monk can make tea, but his armpits are cold after drinking it.
Qiaofang cemetery
It's only a matter of time to think about it, and it's already done. Tianxin always looks to the north, and I will go to the south alone. Outside Gansu, the breeze is cold, and the pine room is bright by day. Occasionally, when you get old, you say loyalty.