Thousands of gullies,
Nine-curved triassic,
Carry a bag,
Run in the mountains.
Listen to the birds of the creek singing,
Smell the melons and fruits,
Look at the autumn leaves of the mountains,
Know the changes in the seasons.
Attachment because of longing,
Pleasure arises from temptation,
Who doesn't like it,
Fight for a cozy cottage in the middle of the city,
On the lines of geometric furniture,
Looking for the trade-offs of life,
Who does not linger,
Occupy a lingering world in the park,
In the shade of the breeze,
Enjoy the warmth and warmth of love.
And I like,
Yunshu cloud roll in the mountains,
Flowers blossom thanks.
I also linger,
Quiet night in the mountains,
The moon of purity.
Spring sorrow
spring
worry about
Flowers fly,
water soluble,
The small pavilion is shaded by willows on the pool.
The river is wide and wild,
Rizhao grass and trees.
Green and warm Yao steps peach blossom,
No need to powder itself to be evenly red.
In the smoke and rain,
In the painting curtain,
Spring is late in the wind.
Falling in love,
Wandering around the air.
Ten thousand strands of sorrow,
With tim acacia several thousand weights.
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