We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.
4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. 9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.
10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses. 1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
12. The trees on the shore are as straight as a cloud, who will send them to the water bank? 3 Two-part allegorical saying about trees: A thousand-year-old tree is a hundred-year-old pine-a deep-rooted car climbs the tree-it shakes like a dragonfly-the morning glory climbs the tree without moving-and climbs up the green gate along the pole. Liu Tang Bai Juyi is a sad tree, and once a few people left a grudge.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.
The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.
I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.
If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.
My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow dance?
Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.
It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.
You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.
How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.
Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.
How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.
The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.
Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.
Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.
Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.
There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.
Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.
Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.
Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.
Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.
Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.
After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.
I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.
Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.
Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.
Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.
Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.
You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.
2. The words of big trees, modern poems (children's poems), old houses
Has been buried by weeds
Slate on the road
Can't stand a drop of heavy rain
There are no more seeds in the warehouse.
Or both have sprouted.
The ashes are damp and barren.
Bury a spiritual position
A peach tree grows in the boiler.
The chimney goes underground.
Burning yellow
Just no solitary smoke.
A cactus singing alone.
Occupy the eaves
A wrinkled blue-gray face
Lack of moisture
The leaves played a song of victory.
This is the last loneliness.
Remember what it looks like?
A crooked picture on the wall.
Looking up at the sky countless times
Jingta
Reed disaster
Can't feed the fish
Unknown shrubs support raindrops.
I picked up the last tile.
Heart shape appearance
Half an hour in the sunset
Shimada Hanzo is underwater.
A dead body crossing the house
Former kingdom
The bell has rung.
3. Praise Bai Juyi's famous sentence "Yang Liuzhi Ci" in Tang Dynasty: "Trees are as golden as silk. Who owns the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng all day? "
Zhou Bangyan's warrior Lan Lingliu
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered and the cotton was sent away.
Visit the old country. Who knows that jinghua is tired?
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Choose two of your own ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light.
Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
The accumulation of sadness and hatred.
Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent.
Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring.
Holding hands, I miss the moon and the pavilion, smell the flute on the bridge, and miss the past, like tears in a dream.
Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci in Tang Dynasty
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Suzhou willow tree
Tang Bai Juyi
Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.
Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.
Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Willow beside the water in May
Tang cuihu
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Liu Xin
Sugar crisp rice
Ruthless and soft, I was urged by the spring, as if I could not stand the wind and leaned against the ancient platform.
What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK.
Willow trees on the bank
Don Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken.
Fudechang Liu Ting
Don Dai Shulun
The pavilion is full of water. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.
Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Du
Dondum
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Yugouliu
Don Du Xunhe
In spring, from Dharma to Yugou, there is a new face beside the ditch. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea.
The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw.
Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
Two poems about willow trees
Tang guyun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven.
There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun.
Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
4. Poems describing people and trees in oak trees. If I love you, I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell. If I love you-I will never repeat monotonous songs for the shade like an spoony bird; It not only brings cool comfort all year round like a fountain; Not only increase your height like a dangerous peak, but also set off your dignity. Even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots cling to underground leaves and touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron knives, swords and halberds. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and thunder. We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is the great love, and the firmness is here: love-not only your stalwart body, but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. On March 27th, 2007, we enjoyed Shu Ting's poems, which were novel in conception and full of lyrical colors. The language is exquisite and has a distinct personal style. To the Oak Tree is a beautiful and profound lyric poem of hers. The poet chose the two central images of "kapok" and "oak" in a unique way, which reflected delicate, euphemistic and deep feelings in the novel and vivid images. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great. It's like an old and fresh story. Touching people's heartstrings, the poet took the oak tree as the object and expressed the passion, sincerity and firmness of love. The oak tree in the poem is not a concrete object, but a symbol of the poet's ideal lover. Therefore, to some extent, this poem is not simply to pour out his passionate love, but to express an ideal and belief in love through a kind and concrete image, which is quite meaningful to the ancients. First of all, the oak tree is tall, dignified, charming and deep. And the connotation is rich-"high branches" and "shade" are one meaning, and the method of setting off is adopted here. The poet doesn't want the love of princes, and he doesn't want to be a sedentary Campbell, but he is complacent about the high branches of oak trees. Poets don't want to give love, nor do they want to be a whole.
5. The complete works of juvenile poems of Dashu Wuling Mountain surged out of Beijing, and the mountains were in chaos.
Three-point spring willow, a delicate skirt. I opened the land last year and worked hard at this age.
How much is the smell of traditional flow patterns and sandstorms? Green window eyebrow Wu why change clothes and skirts, lining today. The levee is full of dust and people are boiling, and locomotives are diligent in government affairs everywhere.
Re-planting seedlings in the old hole, and shooting news on TV. Planting trees every year has become a seasonal scene, and the wind and sand are still foggy.
I have been fishing in the middle of the night for ten years, and I haven't heard it for a long time. Memories of spring washing in Lipengmen, the smell of the market in front of me is steaming.
It's hard to find three or two points if you want to travel a hundred miles. Why should the driveway be green? Yan Zi is more diligent when going back and forth.
Liu Yong (Ho) Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silks. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Poetry 1: persimmon trees bid farewell to summer, and your heart gradually softens in the autumn wind, whitewashing the fallen leaves. You are as red as a lantern, shining in the dusk of countless layers of forest. You really know you, and there will always be a day when the person who falls in love with you at first sight has nothing. Occasionally, you will recall your own life experience. Is it a coincidence of a seed or a careful choice of a tree? In the afternoon when the leaves fall, you will be surprised to see a path under your feet. You are lonely in the silent dusk covered with shoes, and you like to think about whether human maturity will grow into a beloved head like you. As you get older, you will also remember that when you were a child, a naughty child stepped on his fragile shoulder and fell in love with an ordinary yellow flower without fragrance in that innocent childhood. Poetry 2: That tree is a big tree and can't sprout and blossom. The semi-rotten root goes deep into the ground, and then the darkest water supports it.
When the wind saw it, it was also afraid, hiding its roaring anger and breaking only a little branch. Lightning in the sky, also want to break it, break more creatures, can only be angry red cheeks.
This is a dead tree with many branches and will not fall down. Poetry 3: The cherry tree is a wandering cherry tree, and the annual crimson is buried in the silent green without hesitation. The most amazing moments come and go with an accidental sigh, expecting the tenderness of the birds that don't return far away, and green is still the normal state of survival. There will be wandering green in memory, and there will be a sudden elegant blush. Poetry 4: The old locust tree in my memory grew on a spacious dirt road and walked out of my backyard. In the summer sunshine, farmers' leisurely days are exposed to dense branches and leaves, and happiness diffuses from here. People sat in my boyhood with banana fans in their hands, and men rolled their own dry cigarettes one by one. Gathering and parting is like gathering villagers here, just like this idle evening. Day after day, year after year, women continue to weave threads without a clue, stirring up the feelings of many girls, and occasionally flirting with so many men is also full. The monotonous life of the villagers is also full. A group of children like me, sitting around a small stone table, enjoying the shade, silently writing homework left in class or taking out melodious songs from their own willows, drifted away along this dirt road. Song 5: Rubber tree, your thick lips are shy and blushing in the sun. You won't bloom colorful flowers, but you have contributed one by one in the silence of the four seasons. I counted and forgot the number of floors. I don't know whose the last one is. Each piece is heavier and more durable.
Maybe there are some things related to it, and people are the most sensitive. In the barren years, those picturesque decorations saved a dying life in the storm. There is not enough warmth in my room in winter, and you are still lush in my absence. I once apologized for your roots reaching into the sky to draw some water. Is this green hope? Still waiting for those pious thoughts in indifference, I am more respectful; Mourning for love has become a piece of celadon.
I may have neglected your life, but you have never forgotten me. This is a very subtle thing, for example, the value of light is unknown, and I can't remember the exhaustion of this emotion. Psalm 6: Firm Poplar I yelled at you, but I yelled at you and broke your body. I'm sorry to disturb you. I looked at you from a distance. You were so strong, but I inadvertently broke your obscurity. I'm sorry to bother you and obstinately shield you, but you are so persistent and shield you from breaking your foundation. I disturb the poem 7: To the Willow You are not as magnificent as the pine tree, but I love you. The branches are swaying and the shadows are swaying. You don't have a tall poplar, but I love you. The ancient willow road contains smoke. You shouldn't be a symbol of sadness. You can be described as passionate, willing to be your soil, hug you and protect you, just like the enthusiasm of life, and also like the unremitting pursuit of I love you in setbacks. Love you with persistence. Free and easy after the storm. Psalm 8: Felled trees. Summer roses. At dusk, I walked into the forest along a quiet path. A cool breeze passed under my feet and disappeared from me.
Sitting on the newly cut stump, I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, it's getting dark, the low sky and the flute of the winged shepherd boy are fading away.
6. Poems describing many trees: 1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.
4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door.
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.
10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses.
1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
12. The trees on the shore are as straight as a cloud, who will send them to the water bank?
Two-part allegorical saying about trees
The Millennium tree is a century-old pine-deeply rooted.
7. Poems about writing trees Qingmen Liutang Baijuyi Qingqing is a sad tree, which has been complained by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.
The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.
I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.
If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.
My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow dance?
Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.
It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.
You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.
How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.
Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.
How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.
The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.
Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.
Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.
Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.
There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.
Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.
Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.
Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.
Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.
Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.
After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.
I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.
Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.
Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.
Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow.