Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke
"Lantian"
Era: Song Author: Wang Yuanliang
Han Geng The guest rolled up the flower felt and strangled Qing Cong across the jade field.
As soon as I return home, I feel like I am in front of two peaks.
The cold moon in Languan is the cry of apes, and the wind in Qinling Mountain is high and the geese are touching the sky.
Looking to the north, Maoling should be close at hand, and the skull sand is covered with white grass and green grass.
"Combining Li Lantian and Wei Ye Drinking in the Pavilion into Two Rhymes"
Era: Song Author: Wang Pi
East of Bailuyuan and west of Chanshui, Yang The grass in the desert is luxuriant.
Nakan was still sober about this, but the crazy bird was crowing.