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Sow millet in spring, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

White hair and three thousands of feet, April is beautiful on earth.

After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June.

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and the Yellow River and Wan Li Sand Nine Songs.

Among the 480 temples built in the Southern Dynasties

A thousand roads have no footprints, and a hundred mountains have no birds.

Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets soar into the sky.

Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, a pool of gulls and herons rose, and the charming Yinger just cried.

The blown water is gone, the river is sad at night, and the partridges in the mountains.

Mud melts into swallows, sand warms and sleeps mandarin ducks.

In the old days, before Wang Xie Tang, Yan mistakenly dreamed, and the geese returned to the pool.

A small fan flies around the firefly, dancing with butterflies from time to time.

The only way to catch cicadas is to fly snow all over the sky.

But I love perch, beautiful peach blossoms and flowing water, and fat mandarin fish.

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to rise.

When the wind blows, cattle, sheep and cowboys ride oxen.

It's really sad that apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait keep crying.

Amid the firecrackers, it rained all the time except Huangmei.

Hancheng Dongfeng yuliu waited until the mountain for a holiday.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."

When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Desert sand is like snow, Yanshan moon is like a hook.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Fudi Liu Yang Zuichun cigarettes

Two orioles are singing on the green willow.

Parking LAM Raymond likes to sit up late.

But the disappearance of a dogwood wearer will affect the performance.

When I asked your students under the pine tree

Blowing air into bamboo can tilt the pole.

There is also a melon in the shade of mulberry trees.

The beach is overgrown with wormwood and asparagus has just sprouted.

The peach blossoms in the mountain temple have just begun to bloom.

Pleasure is not worth it

There are some plum trees in the corner.

Thousands of pear trees have blossomed.

Looking for shelter in rape blossoms, but there is no trace.

Lotus flowers are particularly bright and dazzling in the sun.

I'll come back at chrysanthemum time

Lanxi three-day peach blossom rain

Wet with clothes, apricot blossoms and rain

Full of roses makes the yard smell good.

Peony in April

Kongguan Zhumen Lock Peony

Jasmine white chrysanthemum yellow

Willow velvet and elm pods can't be displayed

Daoxiang said a bumper harvest.

That's not why I like chrysanthemums,

A tree with cold plum and white jade belt

The river is sad at dusk, and the partridge in the mountain.

Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

You see a boat, troubled by the storm.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

It's a pity that we will meet in the falling season.

I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.

When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.

Cold and rainy, Wu's night, plain and lonely.

An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood.

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

I still know poetry, but it's okay.