The official willow breeze gently blows the wine lamp, and the Weihe River is meaningless. Whoever drives a car is still full of eyes when painting autumn clouds.
There are too many yellow belts on the elbow, and the satrap is only in the top 30.
I dare not sing at the door. The middle-aged and elderly people in the room are more fathers.
In Gaotang, the clothes danced and the songs were loud and clear.
Lagerstroemia indica is a giant male with a young color, and children and grandchildren go around the bed around their knees.
The history of the bedside reflects the hairpin, and the pleasure under the knee is endless.
Qin En and Wang Chong are majestic, and the rain is still falling with the car.
There is no barking in the deep village, but there are many gods in the house.
Visiting zhenhai tower in love with the moon, seeking seclusion or burning the Danhe River.
A few songs of Jingchuan, Qingquan, people make you like water.
Tang Yin has nothing to do but sit and relax while listening to the birds singing in the river.
Tiantong temple
"Song? Gu Feng
Shuange got together last winter and knew that winter was still coming to Taibai Peak.
In the 20-mile-long Songshan Mountain, there is a flower in sunny season.
Song Shu Yue Xiang, the title of wild goose Cangshan
This mountain is where I used to live in seclusion. The cave is locked and rugged.
Bamboo has four seasons of bamboo shoots, and pine has chitose scales.
The mouse steals the ape and hides the millet, and the monk receives Nestle's salary.
My friend lives in the peak of the past, and he never gets tired of coming back.