There are four or five smoke villages,
Tower six or seven,
Eighty or ninety flowers.
1 Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets fly to the sky.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Three frequent visits to the world, two generations, he gave him a real heart.
Looking at the mountains, the light meets the water, and the incense is ten miles by the railing.
The five ridges are winding with fine waves, and Wumeng is majestic in serving mud pills.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and at two or three o'clock in front of the rainy mountain, the old Maodian Shelinbian Road turns to the stream bridge.
Eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, don't wait, the young man's head is white and sad.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
10 years of life and death, nothing to think about and unforgettable.