Don Lee Shang-yin
To the evening discomfort, drive to The Ancient Plains.
The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.
Don Liu Yuxi
Wild grass flowers by the Suzaku Bridge, the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Lane.
In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
Ming Yang Shen
The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves exhaust the heroes.
Success or failure turns empty.
The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees.
White-haired fisherman on the river, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of turbid wine is a happy encounter.
How many things in ancient and modern times are in the process of laughter.
Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water people,
Ancient road west wind skinny horse.
As the sun sets, the broken intestines are at the end of the world.
Song Xu Yuanjie
Flowers bloom mangrove warblers cry, grass long flat lake egrets fly.
The wind and sun are sunny and the people are good, and the sunset drums a few boats return.
Don Wei Zhuang
Every spring, the country is sad, and the Duqu yellow warbler can be known.
More by the sunset on the riverbank, a trace of broken intestines and smoke willows.
Song Kong Pingzhong
The 100-mile west wind is fragrant, and the Mingquan Falls Dou Valley appears.
The old cow roughed the cultivation debt, and the grass slope lay in the sunset.
Don Meng Haoran
Dawn came because of the excitement, and crossed the river by river.
The sand birds are close to the side, and the pu trees are unrecognizable.
Gradually to Lumen Mountain, the mountain is bright and green and shallow.
The rock pool is flexed, and the boat turns repeatedly.
In the past, I heard of Pound Degong, and I did not return to collect medicine.
Golden Stream Bait Technique, Stone Bed Lying Moss.
I feel old and old, and I have done things to climb.
The hidden traces still exist today, and Gao Fengmiao is far away.
When the white clouds go, DanGui is empty.
The discussion is not endless, return to the boat sunset evening.
Don Cen Sam
Tired horses lie in Nagasaka, and the sun sets on Tsutsu.
The mountain wind blows through the forest, and it is like someone.
There is a cool rain in the sky, and there is no flying dust on the stone road.
A thousand thoughts set twilight festival, ten thousand sorrows Xiao Chen.
The quail chirped last night, and the color of the grass was already aged.
In the case of long-distance travelers, it is naturally more arduous.
Don Jay Island
The high city is full of sunset, and what is there to do.
Migrating to Bashiba, the road for tourists is long.
Qinghu lake is better than mirror blue, and cold willow is like golden yellow.
If you have a dream of lovesickness, be diligent and carry eight lines.
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