The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and the broken loulan will not be returned!
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
The sunflower in the green garden, facing the sun and waiting for the west.
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass.
Everyone will die one day; When my day comes, may my loyalty go down in history.
When Bilai came, the blue smoke contained blue neon.
The sky is green and spring is flowing. Spring is green every day, I miss you.
The string is green, and so is the poem.
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Castle Peak has the honor of burying loyal bones.