1, cold in spring
The spring is chilly and the mood is miserable.
A hidden worry is hard to name, and a strong one is a son.
The child is sick in his arms and can't say anything.
My wife's face is like grass and her body is like a well.
Tears look at the sky and the clouds are long.
Want to fly without wings, want to collapse to death.
I miss your ears like an arrow.
Step 2 fold the waterfall
Qifeng spreads for 200 miles, and its size is a dragon.
I love waterfalls, and pearls cover brothels.
Song Xin treated thousands of feet with rich water.
3. Lushan Beauty Salon
"Beauty stays overnight", Lushan is a beautiful combination of the two!
Good times are good, but is it different to draw the poor with charcoal?
Covered in human blood, there are tigers and leopards living opposite.
The title of the topic is in the text, and the reverse side of the textbook is better than nothing.
4. Spring thunder
Spring thunder shakes the earth to show off the Soviet Union, and the sea group competes for dragons and pearls.
He affirmed Qin Huang's contribution to one hundred generations, and sentenced Kong Xuaner to culpable of punishment.
Ten batches of big mistakes are as clear as fire, and Liu Lungao.
Willing to keep pace with the workers and peasants, clean up the filth and draw a new picture.
5, "Water Tune Heading Home"
I don't envy the birds in Tianchi or the grilled fish in the north.
Riding the wind in Wan Li in an instant, comfortable in Lyzjc.
I just arrived in New West Billy and passed Ulaanbaatar. There is nothing to see.
Who is Gankunda? Hun as a husband.
Tired of singing, talking about rest, and painting.
Suddenly, the Great Wall is in front of us, and the fog in the cave fills the air.
There are mountains on the ground, and everyone in the sky looks down at Kunming Lake.
Beautiful mountains and rivers are good, and the weather is different today.
6. "The fog in the middle reaches saves the mouth"
When people arrive at Hanpokou, they all hope that there will be a new pavilion in the province.
Lakes and mountains are locked in the clouds, and the sound of nature echoes in the fog.
Out of nothing, out of nothing.
The east wind blows Wan Li, and the mountains are empty.