The thunder was foggy, and the rain was against the thunder. The autumn wind is high and the moon is white. Red apricots are exposed, and the white clouds at the entrance are unlocked.
Black dialogue, green to red, sun to sky. Willow trees along the Yi River, pine trees beside gloomy streams. Outside the building, pigeons call for rain in spring, and butterflies warm the air the day before the court.
Qing Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace, cool breeze and bright moon. Morning glow to morning dew, colorful clouds to Changhong. Chimonanthus praecox spits incense to welcome the red sun, and the green willows dance in the spring breeze.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, Cooper and pine. Talent is a beauty, and a woodcutter is a fisherman. When it rains, the house leaks more, and the ship is sailing against the wind.
Thin to thick, light to thick, dusk to morning bell. Camellia to chrysanthemums, cigarettes to clouds. Spring returns to the earth, and the sun warms China.
Jin Mudan, Jade Lotus, Clear Water to Qingfeng. If you count the bamboo of a gentleman, five trees can untie a doctor. Who sings catkins to the snow, where does the cloak pick hibiscus?
Complexity is simple, overlap is heavy, and butterflies are crazy bees. Civil servants and military commanders, whereabouts clues. The wind cuts the willows green, and the snow makeup is plum red.
Odd binary, one to two, Yellow River to Yangtze River. Sun to the moon, Chang 'e to WU GANG. Painting without wind makes waves, although embroidery is fragrant.
Clouds turn to rain, fog turns to frost, and the vastness becomes wider. Play the piano and sing, dance and sing. The spring breeze is full of peach blossoms and Deze rice wine overnight.
Cattle to horses, pigs to sheep, fat to the body. Cunning is honesty, and fierceness is kindness. The dragon returns to the cave late, the clouds are still wet, and the musk crosses the spring mountain.
Lion versus tiger, jackal versus wolf, punishment versus reward. Drunk and dry, the sun and the moon grow in the pot. Autumn is crisp and spring is blooming.
Spring brings stones, withered branches, blowing bamboo and playing silk. Mountain pavilion to waterside pavilion, parrot to cormorant. It's too late to pull back from the cliff, and it's too late to repair the leak in the middle of the river.
Pen is to ink, poetry is to fu, and swordsman is to pianist. The sunset glow is as bright as brocade, and the spring rain is as thin as silk. No one has asked under the window for ten years, and it is famous all over the world.
Fight for rights, look at rights, think, and talk to the waist. Fairy wind is opposite to Taoist bone, and national color is opposite to fairy posture. Dragon and Tiger ranked first, Fengchi ten years.
Sages belong to saints, right and wrong belong to right and wrong, and red and thin belong to green manure. The fish book is a goose, and the straw house is Chai Fei. Birds sing in the forest and solitary flowers fly under the moon.
The cock crows and the dog barks, and the jade rabbit fights the silver turtle. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drinks, rides horses and treads flowers. All corners of the country are spring, and Qian Shan is full of water.
Clumsy and smart, ugly and beautiful, pearls and jade. From quiet to noisy, from happiness to sadness. I like to see three flowers and thousands of trees, laugh and drink a glass of harvest wine.
Real and virtual, yes or no, addition and subtraction and multiplication and division. Green mountains versus green waters, three mountains versus five lakes. There are fields that don't plow or store, and books that don't read.
Miluo River, Dongting Lake, Agate to Pearl. Looking up at the sky, the sun is approaching and the clouds are lonely. Wine attracts guests, but gold scatters books.
The guest is against the Lord, the servant is against the slave, and the golden plate is against the jade pot. Three spring flowers blossom from bamboo leaves, and plum blossoms are in full bloom in Five Blessingg. Human feelings are like water and things are like clouds.
Brother to brother, son to father, Beiyue to West Lake. Huang San vs. Five Emperors, and the Western Han Dynasty vs. Soochow. There is no real gentleman in wine, but a gentleman in money.
Dragon to phoenix, dog to phoenix, swallow to warbler. Waist as thin as a willow, soft as a pole. Longyou shallow water was played by shrimp, and the tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.
South to north, high to low, Lu 'an to Taoxi. Yan dance is a good time, not a new century. Parrots babble at the bottom of their tongues, but spiders try to weave webs.
Vietnam is allied with Zhao and Chu, while Saibei is allied with Kansai. Years add poetry, and spring breeze adds painting. Falling flowers fly up and down melodiously, and flowing water floats around things.
Diligence and frugality, cleverness and meekness, meanness and generosity. The stormy waves are rough, and the mountains and rivers are against the lakes and seas. The courtyard is not rich, although Chai Men is low.
Door to door, lane to street, clear. So, the New Year is over tonight, and the New Year will come tomorrow. Look up at the early arrival of spring and the return of Yan.
Cry and laugh, be happy and sad, and have almond eyes and peach cheeks. The wind is clear for the moon and the land is wide for the sky. Spring scenery doesn't follow the running water, but flowers come with the wind.
Face to face, prosperity and decline, happiness and sorrow. The breeze turns to drizzle, and the fog turns to clouds. The rooster sings three songs to send away the winter and the magpie welcomes the spring.
Soldiers against soldiers, will be against generals, station troops against camps, suffer against hardships, and lose in pairs. Red plums shine in spring, and autumn waters look forward to visitors.
Win and lose, buy and sell, save and borrow. Stocks versus futures, wholesale versus retail. It is popular in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it is rich in things, north and south.
Skin and hair, armor and scales, wealth and poverty. At the end of one's tether, one has a bright future. The east wind blows Qian Shan green, and the spring rain sprinkles everything.
Officer to soldier, army to people, father and son to monarch and minister. Money is like dirt, and righteousness is worth a thousand dollars. Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when most unpleasant is good for action.
Worry is fun, sorrow is fun, and Zen is Buddhist scriptures. Spring sowing is good for autumn harvest, and sowing is good for cultivation. The north and the south sang prosperity, and the East China Sea and the Western Regions sang peace.
Merit belongs to honor, laziness to diligence, and long rain to sunny. The sunset glow breaks outside, and the crescent moon is brighter than water. The flowing water on the beach is unintentional, and the white clouds are unintentional.
Song to Song, Xiao to Yin, past to present. A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn. It's hard to paint a tiger's skin but a bone, but one knows its face but not its heart.