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.
Han Yu in late spring
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.
Chun Xue Han Yu
There is no youth in the New Year.
The grass bud was surprised at the beginning of February.
Snow is too late for spring,
Therefore, the tree is a flying flower.