Kunming Grand View Garden Louchanglian
Five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake, running to the fundus, draped on the shore, happy and boundless, looking at the gods in the east, ghosts and gods in the west, winding in the north and sorrow and joy in the south. Why don't you choose to win when you are a master? Take advantage of Luozhou in Xiedao, wrap your temple in the wind and fog, and decorate the reed fields with some green feathers and Danxia, surrounded by fragrant rice, clear sand, September hibiscus and March willow.
A thousand years ago, remember to my heart, empty the wine, sigh who is the hero! I want to learn from China boats, Tang Biao iron pillars, yu fu in Song Dynasty and purses opposite Yuan Dynasty, and I have also made great efforts to move mountains. As far as the bamboo curtain is concerned, it can't roll to the clouds as fast as the rain in the evening, so it breaks the remains and gives the pale smoke a sunset. Only win, a few minutes, half a river fishing, two rows of autumn geese, a pillow of green frost.