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Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke,
Look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river.
Flying down from 3,000 feet,
It's been nine days since I suspected that the Milky Way had set.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away, and the blue sky is gone, but the Yangtze River is flowing in the sky —— Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
After the rain, the empty mountain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, and the crystal stone flows in the stream.
Bamboo whispered to the washerwoman who came home, and the lotus leaf gave in before the fishing boat. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter?
Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum;
All night, the new frost hit the tile gently, and the banana fell and fell. Only the east hedge chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is clearer at first dawn.