Sunset red and green snow pine
Title: Chizhou Agricultural Tax Pavilion Author: Du Mu
Make a stream in front of the Shuige and dance.
Sandy Cao, Wu Wu Feng.
The situation is flat and flying like a porch.
A mirror bends the embankment and ten thousand pills jump in the rain.
Swallow in front of the threshold and put the eight banners on the pillow.
Cong Jun attended the gallery repair, and the dense garden was beautiful.
Fir trees are buildings and flowers are red.
Stop the bottle in the middle of the night and swallow it and go to You Zhu.
Guest boat Geng solitary lamp, Wan Li people night language.
Flowing through the moss, hungry and dry snow feathers.
Mysterious wire bait, ice scales see throughput.
Neons hang down in the sky, and China's national flag burns.
It's already half autumn dawn, bleak and windy.
Clear and suspicious, want to exist in the heart.
You embrace nine songs, and you miss cattail.
All the seasons are different, and all the days are good.
The mountain soaks into the stone edge, and the boat branches into the secluded place.
Leaning against Guiyan in solitude, sleeping in the dock at night.
I have a bamboo village and a silkworm town with an anvil pestle.
Spring is a ring, and Miao is poor.
The custom is still known, and it is terrible and shameful.
Neighbors are bereaved, and public rent is not to blame.
Farming is expensive and doing things is polite.
Learn huafuli in the countryside and levy a strong crossbow.
You can't encourage yourself, but you can't be ashamed.
My hometown, Han Qulin, believes that beauty is not my place.
Title: Hua Author: Liu Guangdi
It is said that the lights at night float on Du Zifeng outside King Kong Terrace.
The old ape begged the monk with his child in his arms, and the idle guest watched people play the Buddha clock.
Lower bound, clouds beckon walking sticks, sunset glow is red and green.
The wind blows Tudor in the sky, like cherishing dust, making it rejuvenate.