Tang Libai
At the top of the wooden fence, there is a boat carrying crabs, with a Yu Di and a gold tube sitting at both ends.
There are thousands of guests in the wine, and prostitutes go with the flow.
The immortal in the Yellow Crane Tower is still waiting for the Yellow Crane to leave, but I have no heart to swim with Bai Ou on foot this time.
Qu Ping's Ci hangs the sun and the moon, and Chu Wang's pavilion is empty.
As soon as I was happy, I put pen to paper and shook the five mountains. After the poem was written, the sound of Xiao Ao, Xiao Ao, went straight into the sea.
If fame and wealth can be used in the Han River, I am afraid that the northwest will be fought back by the northwest.