Jiangnan Han Yuefu Jiangnan can pick lotus, and lotus leaves are sweet. 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. Singing geese, robin, king geese, geese, geese, Quxiang, white hair floating green water, Anthurium playing clear waves. Yuanbao Liu He Jasper is decorated as a tree high, hanging a moss tapestry for thousands of years. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Wang Zhihuan heron lodge, the mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. If you want to by going up one flight of stairs, you should see the William Wang luminous glass of wine. If you want to drink the pipa, you should urge it immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? In Wang Changling, I left Xin Jian at Furong Inn, where it was freezing and rainy, and I entered Wu at night. In Pingming, Fujian and Chushan are lonely. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Chilechuan, a folk song of the Northern Dynasty, is covered with four fields under the shady mountain. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. The wind and Li Qiao fall leaves in Sanqiu, which can blossom in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. Liangzhou Ci Wang Zhihuan Above the Yellow River and White Clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? Go out to Wang Changling, the bright moon, the Han dynasty closed, the Long March did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi Wang Wei Acropolis, raining and dusting, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains. Wang Wei is a stranger and misses his relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Thinking that the foot of Li Bai's bed is so bright at night, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. When Gu Bai was a child, he didn't know the moon, so he was called Bai. I also suspected that Yao Tai mirror flew at the blue cloud end. Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gives off purple smoke, and looks at thousands of waterfalls. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. On the way to bid Meng Haoran farewell to Yangzhou, the Yellow Crane Tower was sent by Li Bai's old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Bai Di City was released in advance, and Li Bai resigned from Cai Yun, Bai Di, and returned to Jiangling thousands of miles a day. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Li Bai and Tianmen broke the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flowed north. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. Don't be tall and comfortable in Wan Li. In Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows the goose feather and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, and a group of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward. Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Du Fu's sunset glow is beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's Yellow Master Tower faces the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Wandering in Meng Jiao, the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Looking at Dongting Lake in the distance, Liu Yuxi's lake light and autumn moon set each other off in interest, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Langtaosha Liu Yuxi's Nine Songs Yellow River Wan Li Sand, Langtaofeng rises from the wind to the end of the world. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together. Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. On the pool, Bai Juyi's baby propped up the boat and stole the white lotus back. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail. Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed familiar. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Children Fishing Hu Lingneng Pengtou Children learn to hold onto nylon tightly and sit on the grass beside the strawberry table to reflect on themselves. Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by. Farmer Shen Li hoed crops at noon, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Jia Dao, when I asked your student under a pine tree, he left a note: "My teacher went to collect medicine". However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . Tu Mu, a mountain walker, is far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, Shuizhaishan fruit wine flag wind; More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Li Shangyin, a scenic spot in Leyuan Garden, with the shadow of dusk in my heart, drove forward in the graves of Leyuan Garden. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, it occupies the infinite scenery of bee sound. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness? Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, loves the beauty of perch. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats. On the first day of January, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day. Deng Guazhou Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou Yishui, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? Mr. Shu Huyin's wall and Wang Anshi's eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees cut themselves. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. On June 27, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, covered with dark clouds and jumped into the boat in white rain. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing Su Shi, a peach blossom outside the bamboo, is the prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Su Shi, the title Xilin wall, see the side peak of the ridge, with different heights. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Li Qingzhao was born a great man and died a ghost. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East. Lu You is dead. I know everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Autumn night, dawn will greet the cold of the hedge door. I feel that I walked three times in Hedong Wan Li and climbed five thousand meters of skyscrapers. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. Fan Chengda, a four-year-old rural slacker, went out to perform hemp at night during the day, and the children in the village took charge of themselves. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees. Yang Wanli's eyes in the pond are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sun and is soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. When did the West Lake Song and Dance stop outside the Castle Peak Building outside Lin Sheng Mountain? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. This park is not worth visiting. Ye Shaoweng should pity the dog's teeth, but Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. In April in the countryside, all the mountains and plains in Weng Juan are green, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. Mowangmeimian, the first tree in my West Wild Goose Lake, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Lime sings in humble and industrious mountains, and is burned with fire, so it is not afraid of it, so it is left on earth. Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. The shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rides a yellow ox and sings loudly. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. The village lives in Gaoding grass, and in February, the long warblers fly and the willows are drunk. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.