There is a chrysanthemum in the south of the Yangtze River, and its leaves are green all winter.
Not because the soil is getting warmer, but because it is accustomed to the cold by nature.
You can recommend a good guest. You can leave it here, far below the mountains and rivers. ..
It's luck, and cause and effect is an infinite cycle.
You plant your peach trees and plums, and you forget the shade of another tree.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River.
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Pheasants and wheat seedlings show, silkworms are sleeping, and mulberry leaves are peeled.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east.
It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? .
So I think of you, old friend. You are the bane of my midnight dream.
Cui Yueye, the deputy governor in the south study with his brother.
Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.
Light up the water and Woods with pure light and flow like waves on our windows and doors.
It will calmly, beyond our wisdom, cycle between the full moon and the new moon, alternating between the old and the new.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
He is far away from us, far away, 300 miles away, but the smell of orchids comes with the wind.
Spring boat on Lake Ruoya
Deliberate joy has no end, no matter what happens, I will continue.
And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake.
At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain.
The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods.
I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
It's hard to find. That's all I found.