One
The southeast corner of the sunrise, the moon is the West Lake Ming,
Taihu Lake is deep in grass and trees, and the dream of Qinhuai is long,
There are many stories in the small town, and the poems are full of green poplar city.
Two
In the Yang Fang Trail, the sunset over the Forbidden City,
Flowers fall warblers cry in spring, full of streams and water fragrance,
When the white clouds are endless, the west wind cold painting screen,
Sit on a mountain of sorrow, frost day sextet.
Three
When is the bright moon round, the love is the most difficult to stay,
The west wind is falling in the sunset, falling red agarwood dreams,
Romance at your fingertips, acacia suffering,
It's the wind again, and tonight is more precious.
Four
The small garden had another east wind last night, and the long ditch flowed silently
The left bank is flowing with flowers, and the fine fragrance is often accompanied by the quiet day of the moon
The wind and the sun are pleasant, and the moon is dark and the autumn rain is cold
Lying down at night to listen to the wind and rain, the night did not dream to Hengtang
Mengxiang is obsessed with reading the Red Chamber, and the love is poetry in the depths
When it is the fragrance of the moon season again, only the fragrance is like the old time
Note: All of the above sentences are book titles.
