Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, Li Yu
Dreaming leisurely and far away, the south is flourishing.
On the boat, the orchestral river is gurgling, and the city is full of flying catkins and rolling light dust.
Kill the flower watchers!
Yu Meiren Li Yu
The wind returns to the small courtyard, and the weeds are green,
The willow eyes and spring continue.
With the silence of Lan for half a day,
the sound of bamboo crescent moon is still like that of that year.
Before the celebration, the ice on the surface of the pool was first melted.
the candle is bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep.
It's hard to clear the frost and snow on your temples.
farewell to Wang Wei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain, till now in the dark I close my thatch door.
Spring grass is green every year, but O my Prince of Friends, do you??
Tang Yong Tao of Tijunshan
The smoke waves are still and the shadows are heavy, and the blue color is completely dull.
It's suspected to be the narcissus grooming place, the center of a snail indigo mirror.
After the summer rain, the theme of green Holland Ruotang Shi Jianwu
The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new. After the first rain, the dust is washed away.
the breeze suddenly blows lotus leaves, and mercury pours from the sapphire plate.
a message to han chuo the yangzhou magistrate Tang Du Mu
The green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where do jade people teach blowjobs?