There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return
The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets in the long river.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, the sun warms in the blue field, and the jade produces smoke
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky
The golden river returns to the Jade Pass every year, Chao Chao Ma Ce and sword ring.
The white snow returns to the green tomb in the third spring, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountain
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In the past, I heard about the Dongting water, and now I go to the Yueyang Tower.
In the southeast corner of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.
There are no relatives and friends, and there are no old and sick people.
The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows.
The wind is strong, the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in the desert.
Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.
Wanli has always been a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for a hundred years alone on the stage.
Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my wine glass becomes muddy when I am depressed.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright in another village.
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
As the day passes over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea.
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Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island