The mountains are colorful from a distance, and the water is silent when up close. The flowers are still there after spring, and the birds are not surprised when people come.
One is two or three miles away, one is two or three miles away, and the smoke village is four or five. Home. There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers.
One after another, two, three, four or five, six, seven, eight or nine, the red leaves of Xiangshan are all over the sky
Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows. My life is waiting for tomorrow, but it will all be wasted
When will the rivers reach the sea from the east and return to the west again? If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.
Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.