A small villa in the midst of ten thousand mountains, sitting in front of the Bing Mountain; the three gods of the Qianchuan River in a thousand miles, and the rear of Wen Feng. ------------------------------------------------------- A thousand pieces of Tang style

A small villa in the midst of ten thousand mountains, sitting in front of Bingshan Mountain;

The three realms of qianchuan gods, Wen Feng is stacked.

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DonghaiTang Caoshu Four songs

Seven absolutes

Bingshan Villa has no neighbors, and there is a god in a quiet and poetic place.

A thousand pieces of Tang Feng are here again, and a hundred years of Qiong's will is pleasing to people.

The guests talk about innocence in the fire, and the time is turned over.

Only Brother Li sat down, drenched in ice and snow.

Line kako

Whoever laid out the dust of the front, mistakenly the predecessor. Hyacinths, no trace. A cup of wine, a piece of poetry. A hundred years of lovesickness, there is loneliness, and the soul of the day is lost. Upside-down spirits, hunchback heavys. Sigh now, three points old. Under the cold day and the moon, where fangyin. Laugh at me slightly drunk, laugh at my stupidity, laugh at my truth.

Bu operator

Dreams to three more, memory has no cause and effect. Seeing the plum blossoms blooming, Li Bai flowers sat in clusters. Don't ask where it came from, don't ask frost and ice lying down. But I asked who I remembered today, and it happened to be a guest.

The twelfth day of the first month of the first month of the month