Stone lake is full of smoke and water, and the flowers on the lake are deep with birds singing.
Cao Fang planted his own tea mill ridge, painted the bridge eastward and poured it into the stream.
At the end of the breeze, the owl is green and the apple is green. The past is long and the sun is setting.
Still falling in the autumn moon, don't sing at night when you are sad.
With emotional memories
Elk have been in cages for the past 50 years.
Five lakes spring dream boat rain, Wan Li autumn wind temples Peng.
Polygalae grows into grass, while magic fish loses water and traps insects.
Whitehead went to the car to make a phone call, dissatisfied with the oriental smile.
The feeling of leakage in early autumn
The bells and drums are in full bloom, and the Ziyun Pavilion is still fragrant.
All the year round, I'm waiting to leak Cheng Ming's department. When can I be crowned as the Creature Gate?
In autumn, the forest and valley are clear, the apes and cranes complain, and the pastoral chrysanthemums are loose.
If it takes a long time, the white-haired blue will be blessed.
Move to Xi Zhai pink peach blossom
Warm and greasy, poor, gentle and light, mixed with powder.
The new warmth penetrates the muscles and the jade is red, and the evening breeze blows the wine to give birth to spring.
Peeking at the wall, Gherardini, silent back, annoying.
Don't underestimate, the Yang sisters are the predecessors.
Moonlight lantern field gate west Hongqiao.
White fog is floating, and the West Hongqiao is full at the beginning of the month.
In a city full of lights, Wan Li ships sail as far as the eye can see.
People talk like the sea, regardless of dust, and hookah is heavy at the beginning of a cold night.
I have been rising all my life, and I fell in front of the wind column.
Send my nephew to Hengshan
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The voice of civil and military families has been circulating since the Song and Yuan Dynasties.
The rivers and lakes face each other for four thousand miles, and the genealogy is 500 years.
Xi's clothes can be restored, and I feel ashamed that I am not as good as before.
After a brief encounter, I don't want to see Chunyun.
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Looking south at Laodemen in Hengyang, Marshal Khufu holds a grandson.
The mountains and rivers are pregnant with my mulberry, and Shui Mu is the source of your talent.
The clothes of the two places have been prosperous from the past and loyal to filial piety for a hundred years.
If you are not careful, the autumn wind is full of wine.