Four o'clock, rain and snow sound (chēng) 琮 (cóng). The years are like a lantern, and the glimpses are all empty in an instant. Invite to the upper floor and enjoy the twilight of the sky. A total of snickering Eyes Yaochi Immortal Scenery Biwa Fei Yong.
In early spring, the tea pot side arm pillow, with green jujube orange, peach cake pear soup. The forest path is deep, there is Yan Angelica to greet my friends, you can hear a knock on the door, laughing at the deceased.
Pass over the East Mountain, and rise up to sell wine on Qingfeng. Come to find old friends in the clouds, to Lie Changsong. Knock on the old vine, drink a bucket of fast wind, if there is no king here, know who to be with.
Travel in all directions, see the wind and currents of the mountains and rivers, the leisurely spring and autumn, Rao is rare and does not feel restful, driving a boat, fishing hook in front of the Egret Mountain, even if there is no good wine, it is also very delicious and delicious
The Yellow River drains from the Starry Sea and rushes into the famous chapter
Mountains on the clouds to Luoyi snow Yangyang ten thousand mountains
Xijing Lamp City is like the sea, noisy night, long wind through the building
Suddenly, I raised my eyes and the green sky turned into desolate smoke
Silver bowl full of snow Bright moon Tibetan heron White horse into the reed flower
Eighteen beats of clearing the basket Recruit people to carry the lantern to the end of the world
Suddenly, in the depths of winter, the north wind hit the evening bell, waking up a river white, and snoozing and boiling snow fishermen. Dial the fire, not enough to reminisce about good dreams, clean up the bamboo basket remnants, afraid of cooking smoke for a long time.
In the middle of summer, the scorching sun looks at the killing of spring flowers, hate does not lightly cover the sky, and the pipa of the crisp mountain. Relieve tiredness, guests to pick the curtain tie a good horse, Yingjun gladly sat opposite, Taoyuan without him.
Just late autumn, a long wind in the evening garden, laughing and drunk in this dynasty, Nanke has a dream. Cangshan snow, Erhai a round of bright moon, I don't know what year it is, in the midst of a thousand autumns.
A Day of Horse Singing and Poetry A Hundred Jun was born in the Year of Taiping
Listening to the tide on the cliffside, admiring the stones in the pavilion, the history books have been turned over and not idle