Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
It's raining in Fenghuang Mountain, Chu Qing. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright. A hibiscus, the past is still ying ying. Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested.
In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.
The desert is colder than the small building, the hooligans are like poor autumn, and the screen is quiet and light. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
Old trees shade the short awning, sticks and quinoa help me cross the east of the bridge. Apricot flowers and rain wet my clothes, and willow wind chill my face.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. Even if I don't go, I would rather not sing. Qingqingzi Tiao, I miss dragons. Even if I don't go, I would rather not come. Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing, such as March.
A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set? Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
Dongcheng gradually felt that spring was fine and crumpled to welcome guests. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Gone with the wind grows up hating less pleasure and willing to accept a daughter's smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Wash and dress, rely on Wangjianglou alone. After all, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.
Long hate less pleasure, willing to love your daughter and laugh? Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law. Dressed up beautifully, I asked my husband: Can my eyebrows be painted in different shades?
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.
Learn from the mountains and leave a name for thousands of years. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs. Fight like a stranger in the south and take away a spring.
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
More can disappear, how many storms? In a hurry, spring is back. Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring, see that there is no turning back at the end of the world. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves and release sheep in Yogyakarta.
See you when you are not in the fog, and your eyes are full of beautiful spring. Smiling slightly, I hate looking through the curtains. Ask frequently where home is, not in the world of mortals. If you face the clouds, you should be a dreamer tonight.
I've always been young and limited, and it's easy to get hooked when I'm free. I don't want to talk frequently at banquets and songs. It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
The scenery in spring is in Xianxia, and fish always bring flowers on the water. Regardless of spiritual differences, the world is competing to dye red valerian in the sand.
Smoke and water are boundless, and the setting sun is thousands of miles away. Countless mountains, red as rain, don't remember the way.
Singing solo in the empty garden, spending spring at leisure. Eupatorium adenophorum invaded the diameter, and willow covered the long ditch. Rain goes to flowers and wind goes to leaves. Mountain people do not hesitate to get drunk, fearing green and respecting the air.
Pomegranate flowers spit in the court, and the ground is shaded. Sleeping at noon, talking to myself, dreaming, feeling gloomy, butterflies climbing over the wall.
The canoe is short, the West Lake is green, the grass is winding, and the long embankment is faint. Everywhere, windless water, glass sliding, boats moving. The tiny ripples made the sand birds start to fly to the shore.
It's nice that the spring rain is deep, the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are buzzing and the flowers are warm in sunny days over the West Lake. Lan radial painting Ge leisurely, suspected to be immortal, reflecting waves, wide water and high wind.
Fang Ping painted spring grass, and Xianjue weaved the morning glow. Horushan Waterway, opposite the flying flowers.
The fragrant pavilion is covered with green, and the carved platform controls the purple cen. Ye Qishan has a dense diameter and deep flowers. Luobo lives in Zen shadow, and Songmen listens to Sanskrit.
Clouds admire spring, and pine and bamboo grow old. Breaking the mountain and painting obstacles, the county sliding shed piano.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaf Tian Tian? Fish are frolicking among the lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery. In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Qiongzi is only planted in Yaotai, who planted it everywhere in Jiangnan. In the snow-capped mountains, nobles lie down, and under the moonlight, beautiful women come in the forest.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Cold depends on the thin shadow rustling bamboo, and spring covers the residual fragrance and desert moss. I haven't talked about it since I went to Helang. How many times will the east wind be sad and silent?
The wind is warm at the beginning, the day is long at the beginning, and the trees hang down. A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of dancing flowers, sunset everywhere.
August and September, the Millennium frost. Will it float around all the year round and be fragrant for a long time? Autumn is scattered and spring is fragrant. When youth dies, joy and love will never be forgotten.
The mountains are heavy, the water is heavy, and it travels all over the north, south, east and west. Who will cherish beauty? The wind is endless, the rain is endless, and the long rain has not stopped at dusk, but the thoughts are the same!
Flowers are self-relative, and leaves are self-equivalent. Spring breeze rises in the northeast, and flowers and leaves are very low. I don't know whose family it is, so I went to pick mulberry with a cage. If a delicate hand breaks its branch, the flower will fall.
Qin climbs the valley, and logging returns to Qingchuan. The road is extremely meaningful, and the potential is beneficial. People are beautiful, the mountains are deep and the clouds are fresh. I feel sorry for the sea, but I am still proud of myself.
The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy. The mountain and the road are far from meeting, and acacia is in the dream. There is no trace of the moon, and people are ruthless. Find a way, toast the east wind.
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age.
I think too much about going to Songshan Mountain, but I don't bring beautiful women. When will I swim again?
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
Take the cage and collect the ridge, and the blue waves are like rain. The boat was in a hurry and the clothes were wet, so I went out and stood under the tree.
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Peach blossom is ashamed to die mercilessly, grateful to the east wind, blowing off the delicate red and flying into the window with regret. Who pity Dongyang's hard work and thinness, but also for the carelessness of spring, not as good as Furong, a cold feeling.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
Toad-colored frost spends all night and smells on the pillow. Embroidered fragrance is cold, lazy and smoky. People are lonely, leaves are in abundance, and they all dream of you before going to bed.
Flowers wither, red apricots are small, swallows come and people walk around in the green water. There are few catkins blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. The swing in the wall is outside the road, the layman in the wall and the beautiful woman in the wall laugh, and the laughter fades away, and the affection is always annoyed mercilessly.
It is unusual to sharpen a sword in ten years without hiding purple lightning. There is an unforgettable first frost and true feelings, and what I hate most is the arrogance of Goldman Sachs. A roll of beads is moist, and three sentences are full of chapters. Linchuan crayons fly to the Pearl Pavilion, and the song of sunset is mixed.
The mountain road is separated from the clouds by dust, and the spring scenery has a long history like Qingxi. Petals come with the wind, and I can smell the running water in the distance. In the quiet city of Jingmen, facing the winding mountain road, there is firewood and copper for reading in the depths of Liu Yin. Every time the sun passes through the quiet Liu Yin, beautiful light shines on my clothes.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. In the old days, I was often ill after drinking and drinking, but I dare say my face is thin in the mirror. Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent small building is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness. Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks. Come back here for a while, and you will realize your promise in the quiet period.
The north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river. When the mood falls, the autumn sound can't be heard.
Spring mountain smoke is about to be collected, the sky is pale and the moon is bright, don't cry. Talk a lot, still have feelings. In retrospect, I still emphasize: remember the blue silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere.
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.
The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years. Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster. There is no dust and debris in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Li Huafeng, a peach blossom in Luoyang Oriental, flies around, and I don't know whose home it is. Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long. The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year? I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Senecio, gorgeous, distant and small. The distant mountains are small and the pedestrians are far away. How many mountains are there? If the sky is sentimental and old, don't say it. I can't say it, but I was awakened by the dawn of spring and was shocked. It's halfway through the spring in Nanyuan, and the wind smells like Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down. Swing the grass and trap Luo Yi, and draw the beam and return to Shuang Yan.
That was last year, the season of parting, before sending flowers today. There are flowers in the east wind, but we have to make an appointment before we leave. I am afraid that the flowers will break, and I am afraid that next year, the flowers will make people leave. Who knows that Dongfeng tears when leaving a hundred flowers?
Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface. The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
Spring came to the earth, everything revived, and it was full of spring trips to the mountains. There were many beautiful things on the mountains, and the feeling of joy and relief were unparalleled. Even after nightfall, I lingered, but I didn't leave. Holding the clear spring water, the spring light shines on the moon, as if the round moon is in your own hands; Playing with mountains makes you feel heavy. The little guy around Skadstyle is so strong that he can't bear to leave, no matter what it is; I made up my mind to leave several times, but I was also attached to mountains, rivers, flowers and trees. Looking at the clock facing south, the balcony is dark green.
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees. Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
The Yellow River water is rolling around Chang 'an, and the autumn wind bursts on the river, and several rows of geese fly. The soldiers crossed the moat and the general drew an arrow from his bow. The ship passed the long ancient ferry crossing the dust, and the soldiers were forced to sit on it. The moon is high in the sky, which makes the battlefield sad. I heard that there are many brave and resourceful people in the north. Who will be like General Guo Ziyi today?
As a bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror; Wipe it frequently to prevent it from accumulating dust.
Before it rains, flowers appear first, and after it rains, there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door.
Cypress, green pepper and red pepper, everything is new, and people celebrate the New Year through the fence. Three bells move to the west window to dawn, and poetry is another spring for no reason.
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. Far from waking up at dusk, it is raining all over the sky in the west building.
Walking along a path, there is a scar on the raspberry moss. After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass closed the lazy door. A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source. Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.
Deliberate joy has no end, no matter what happens, I will continue. And my boat and I, before the evening breeze, skimmed the flowers and entered the lake. At dusk, I turned to the valley to the west, where I could see the southern star on the other side of the mountain. The mist rose and circled softly, and the low moon slanted through the Woods. I choose to put aside all worldly things and just be an old man with a fishing rod. ..
The Yangtze River comes from the west, with Yunshan and terraced fields on the mountain. Mountains and rivers meet, towers set each other off, and heaven and earth are arranged. Poetry moves Yunshan, and the glass is forgotten. Zuiyan opened his eyes and looked at Penglai, which was half covered with smoke and half buried with clouds.
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
The grass is flat and the sand is flat, the sunset is far from the tree, and the peach leaves are ruthless. Drunk help Mulan boat, will worry about people. The east wind is thin and bad, and death falls obliquely. In the Ming Dynasty, blowing sheng Road was rediscovered. The small building in Yun Lan is rainy and empty, and spring comes to forget me.
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, but after reading it, Chen Fang left. Who is the golden flower? There are flower pavilions and windows on the platform, only in spring. Blue clouds, dusk in Ran Ran, crayons, new topics, heartbreaking sentences. How much leisure do you have? A misty rain in Sichuan, the wind in the city, and the yellow rain in plums.
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. It's great to like and dislike. A nasty smell. Who knows? Find the month of the south building. I remember last year, when plum blossoms were in full bloom. Nobody said anything about the past. Who are you drunk for and who are you awake for? I still hate leaving lightly.
All the fragrant people shook off their brilliance and occupied all the amorous feelings of the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden jars.
Sparse snowflakes are scattered in the southwest garden. Spring cold lock, old pavilion. There are several trees in Yumei, with their backs to the east wind, but their flowers are tall and fragrant. When people come to appreciate, plum blossoms can persuade, flowers grow well, and people want to be healthier. Then knead spring to make wine, snow to make new poems, and fight for a day to turn flowers.
Leave people speechless, the moon is silent, and the moon is affectionate. Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds.
I asked what I meant by living in the blue mountains, but I laughed without answering my heart. Peach blossoms are lost, and there is no heaven and earth on earth.
In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain. Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless. When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men. Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by. I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat. Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse. When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.
The hanging seat looks southeast, and the green hills and flowing water are far away. Strive for profit, go back and forth to meet the trend. Ask me what I'm doing today. Visit the stone bridge from the roof. Sitting and watching the dawn, I suspect that this is a red city sign.
After the swing was over, the moon was hazy and the courtyard was full of people. A few carved holes, apricot powder residue was blown by the wind all night. In Zhaoyang Temple, the spring clothes have been put on, and the golden thread has begun to dry. Don't believe in cold, try dancing before flowers tomorrow.
The grass is flat and the sand is flat, the sunset is far from the tree, and the peach leaves are ruthless. Drunk help Mulan boat, will worry about people. The east wind is thin and bad, and death falls obliquely. In the Ming Dynasty, blowing sheng Road was rediscovered. The small building in Yun Lan is rainy and empty, and spring comes to forget me.
Dewdrops on orchids in the cemetery are like her sad tears. There is no knot in the knot, and the flowers in the cemetery are even worse. The grass is like a mat, and the pine tree is like her car cover. The breeze is her clothes, and Jasper is her Yu Pei. The oil-wall car used before death should be waiting around at night. Wildfire Wildfire green, courtesy, lightning. Under the Xiling Mountain, the wind blows and the rain blows.
Last spring was over, and my tears were wet and red. I am often afraid that I will break up with martial arts. Why is there the Wuling period? Every time you express your love, you should know it without saying anything. I just want to put a pillow by the bar and miss you at night.