Flowers are like flowers, and songs and dances are flourishing.
The water boat condensed the gibberish of drunken dreams in Jiangnan.
Looking back, poetry is beautiful and pure, and it is really a leader.
Looking at the present, the high-speed rail is towering, comparable to the sun and the moon.
Who has Li Taibai's madness in ancient and modern times?
Thousands of troops on the river have no Yan Zhenqing bones.
Ghosts in Jingshan Park write a generation of regrets, bows and arrows,
Yi and Jingxiu spilled all over the floor and the horse ran away.
But there is also Zhang Fei's crazy sleeve pencil sharpener, hehe!
It should be Yan's static inkstone that dumped Danqing, hehe!