Ten Scenes of Xiaoxiang West Lake "Flower Harbor Watching Fish"
Huagang fish, Huagang fish, petal audio books. Shallow people are used to watching autumn geese pass by, and Kang Gan sighs ink.
Yang Liuzhi visited the West Lake "Liu Lang Wen Ying" in the evening.
The spring grass lake embankment walks slowly, and the blue waves stir the willow. Late arrival and skillful weaving of thousands of waves, the thin shadow warbler sounds like a dream.
A mutual tasting of "Autumn Moon in Pinghu"
Pinghu is vast and the water is as clear as sky blue. Today, Gu Yue welcomed guests at the ceremony, combed the willows on the shore and went boating in remote places. Yuyuqiong Building casts a shadow and listens to Ling singing at the window. I swam in the quiet scale several times, but the green island was even a star, and I refused to leave the Qing Dynasty.
Queqiao Crane Huangyan Poetry Society and the 10th Anniversary of Ode to Orange
Yunma, a windbreaker, has become more and more vulgar in ten years, and the situation is hard to say at the moment. The golden sound throws the ground to worship the rural sages, and the bright moon shines on Qionglou in Ode to Oranges. High mountains and flowing water, singing songs and snow, poems and swords? Long Yin and Hu Xiao celebrate gifts, ask for wine, and return to Ningjiang.
Frost, the sky, and the small corner are all sad for the death of their mother.
I have been afraid of snow for years. Not for the wind. Hometown wild bridge across the water, deep package wu, came the voice of choking. The blue step is sad, and the jade is broken. Hate is not short. Two years ago, Yanyun was still far away, so I was very disappointed in Leng Yue, and I couldn't bear to bear an orange.
Feng Guiyun misses Teresa Teng.
The sounds of nature are curling up, and the songs are in the spring clouds. Beautiful images are beautiful and stories are colorful. Alone in the West Building is full of words. Your heart is like a full moon, Kyushu shakes, and a billion people are happy. Heartbroken in my dream, I hate parting the most. The river is long, and goodbye is still in my ears. Tears soul pin "sweet honey", thousands of current-carrying fen. The garden is green, with coffee and wine. It smiles like a gentleman.
Pale yellow untitled willow
Green waist and green calyx, you hate weak east wind. Several times, I sang and pitied. Looking in the mirror is a new trouble, and flowers are used to leaving the rope. As if yesterday, the spring pool was empty. After the purple stranger, I hesitated. If you are enthusiastic, you should give up wine without medicine. What a short time. Send you away and have a drink in a garden!
Reading Dr. Song's new book Poems and Popular Songs in Tang and Song Dynasties began with the tune of water.
Elegant rhyme flows far away, and the Tang and Song dynasties are full of love. Heartbroken words are intertwined with silk and bamboo, and years erode bones. I still remember singing and painting pavilions, and hearing the sound of Yushu in my dream, I didn't know it was cold in the moon. The beam fell, the dust was flying, and it snowed in Yun Qi. It's raining, the swallows are closed and sleepless. Attract merchants to carve feathers, and people will feel old and envious. Rotine willows with the wind. If the water floats gently, you will know everything. The candle is full of joy, and the flower shadow shines on Zen Juan.