As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp horns, a dragonfly stood on the top of summer.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red and the flowers are autumn in February.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night, in winter.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.
I want to send two lines of tears to welcome you, but the Yangtze River refuses to flow west.
Lushan Mountain is tightly sealed, and there is no other day in the valley.
The hand breaks the cloud of Mount Tai, and the sea glimpses Mount Tai.