A bell ringing in the rain
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will ruin your hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Tidal bore watching
Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand. The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. While listening to Xiao Gu's drunkenness, he enjoyed the clouds. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
Klang Ganzhou
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.
The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sigh for years, why stay.
I miss a beautiful woman. I look forward to it, but I miss it several times. The sky knows my way home.
Anxious to know me, lean on the dry place (a "stare").