One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
The wind blows and the clouds fly, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown of Zhongshan. The wind and rain are yellow, and millions of heroes cross the river.
Sail for 3,000 days, and join the family of flesh and blood. The wind blows my heart and hangs Xianyang trees in the west.
The freedom of no one to watch the cool breeze and bright moon, and the moonlight melts into the wind blowing from the south, which makes people feel cool and comfortable. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
Good wind, with its power, sent me to Qingyun. The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.
Zi Gui still cries blood in the middle of the night, so he doesn't believe that the east wind can't call him back. In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall. The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. The wind is full of flowers.
The north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river. In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow barley plain, the jujube flowers had not withered, and the leaves of Laka had grown.
The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles. Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.
Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. The Yellow River winds from a distant place, carrying thousands of miles of yellow sand.
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. Please adopt!