It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet.
Xiaoxi County has crossed the night and has been reported to Jinyang.
The setting sun is infinite, buried by the coming night.
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
Chihiro iron lock sank to the bottom of the river and a stone fell out.
Thousands of villages are like cold food, and no one can see flowers.
Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
However, we shouted for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, and then she came up to us with a pipa and burying her face in it.
A thousand years' reputation, ten thousand years' reputation, what's the good, when you die and go.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Thousands of feet, three times, suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days.
The heart of the country is endless, and a wild goose crosses the South Tower.
Don't use paper and pencil immediately when you meet, and leave a message to report peace.
Ma Si changed his grass and fists, and he looked forward to sleeping in the clouds.
How many times did Peng Zu Wu Xian die?
Open a banquet garden and talk about Sang Ma with a cup in hand.
The secluded palace is far from Gumobi, so we should talk about Wan Li at close range.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
Clouds hiss against the blue walls and rivers hiss against the white sand beaches.
The geese are still screaming at the moon through the clouds, and the sheep in Gansu are looking for grass smoke.
Cloud light invades shoe marks, and mountain green blows people's clothes
There are two phoenixes in the clouds on the roof of the Forbidden City, and the leaves in spring cover countless storms.
Clouds want clothes and flowers to look good, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show off China.
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress.
White clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and plums and rivers are in the wild in spring.
There is no storm, and there is no jathyapple.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
Nothing is United, fireworks can't be cut.
Infinitely dry seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
Who is ruthless and who is hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.
Ruthless and hateful, whoever sinks sinks, the moon and the breeze fall.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
Countless Saihong flies, and the autumn wind rolls Xiao Khan.
Crossing the dry water of mulberry for no reason, I hope Bingzhou is my hometown.
Marrying a rich man for no reason is a shame to Xiangzi.
I was exiled by a wise ruler because of my mistake. I was ill for so long that I couldn't see my friends.
I don't read my hometown book, just read the crescent moon spitting moths and eyebrows.
I don't see the three seas every year, where there are articles that cry in the autumn wind!
There's no need to look back on the railing, home is seventy-five pavilions.
I don't know the hardships of farmers. I am arrogant and bankrupt.
I don't know where to blow the tent pipe, and I want to look forward to my hometown all night.
I don't know if it will start spraying soon, but I suspect it hasn't disappeared after the winter snow.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I don't know the smell of rotten mice, but I don't think I have stopped.
You don't have to look at all the mixed fish and dragons, but in the end you will be angry with the king and suppress the teacher.
There is no need to drink to protect everyone. Heroes in the world have no owners.
Not thin, today people love the ancients.
Three points in the world, rogue Yangzhou.
Several times in the sky, the gods will be buried, and there will be endless voices.
Peaches and dewdrops in the sky, red apricots planted on clouds beside the sun.
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and clear water flowed from east to north.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and there is no water in the clouds.
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! .
During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.
If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
Tianhe drifts back to the stars at night, and Pu Yin Liu Yun learns underwater sound.
Although eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting spring.
The martyrs of Tianya shed tears in vain, and the strong soul underground will bite the navel.
There is no war in the end of the world, and the military spirit is sold on the same day and month.
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.