The water is vast, where is my hometown at the end of the world? A thousand mountains are red, and the geese in the north and south are flying in tears.
Traveling from south to north for several springs, I feel more intimate with the sunset. Where can I go in a lonely boat? Looking for a close friend in the ends of the world.
The ends of the world are like neighbors, a boat fishing alone in the river spring, the sunset from south to north is especially close.
It’s another year of desolate drinking, and the autumn mood is getting stronger and the storm is approaching the Double Ninth Festival.
It's late night, the city is full of wind and rain. Standing in the west of the small building, I can see from a distance that the people in Dongli are already thin.
It's the Double Ninth Festival, the leaves gradually turn yellow, and the chrysanthemums everywhere tell the story of the vicissitudes of life.
After the chrysanthemums bloom, the geese fly south. I drink wine and enjoy the greenery on the east fence. I don't want to go home in the autumn season.
The sun's shadow is slanting, whose house is it? The chrysanthemums sprout buds on the east fence.
The chrysanthemums are in full bloom and the garden is full of fragrance. The east fence is fragrant, bringing refreshment and Double Ninth Festival in the strong autumn mood.
The weather is cool, the wind and rain are approaching the Double Ninth Festival, the chrysanthemums are blooming, and people are thin and empty, and they are talking long and short while drinking wine.
The chrysanthemums are in full bloom on the east fence and you can enjoy the moonlight. It doesn’t matter when autumn is over.
Dongli talks about the vicissitudes of life over wine, the chrysanthemums are particularly fragrant, and the autumn mood of the Double Ninth Festival enters the poem.
When the weather is strong, the grass turns yellow, the wind and rain are approaching the Double Ninth Festival, and the chrysanthemums send a faint fragrance to the east fence.
html It rained in 2000, the old owner, and spring came again after the waning autumn.The golden breeze brings coolness to the autumn air. It’s the Double Ninth Festival again, and the chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Let’s talk about the vicissitudes of life over wine.
When I was young, I became increasingly unknown to people, only the chrysanthemums were blooming, and Dongli poured wine to express my lovesickness.
After opening, it was just at that time. I was drunk with wine and I didn’t know when autumn was getting stronger.
Dongli drank and talked sadly, and saw that the chrysanthemums were particularly fragrant. When climbed to the top of the mountain on the fifth day of the Double Ninth Festival, we knew that autumn was better than spring.
brings warmth and flowers. The frozen snow melts and makes people grow old easily. The green mountains do not change the old clock.
Spring is coming, the east wind brings warmth and flowers are blooming, I invite the wine to the bright moon, and I feel free to sing poems to accompany the dawn bell.
I woke up from a dream last night at five o'clock. When I woke up in the morning, I opened the window calmly. The frozen sparrows on the branches could not stop singing, and the smiles were especially strong in the winter plum blossoms and snow.
Poetry and wine are full of interest in life. When the weather is cold and the ground freezes, I can listen to the thousands of bells with a calm smile.
The cold weather is getting longer, the frost and dew are heavy, calming down the road of life, the drums in the evening and the bells in the morning fall into sleep.
Ren Zongheng, Zhong Lingyu's beauty shocked the world, dense curtains covered the sky, freezing rain flew wildly and blocked the travel of passengers.
Listen to the evening bell, and you won’t be calm anywhere. Thousands of mountains are white with ice and snow, and dense fog and clouds cover all the valleys.
Wearing light makeup and a distinctive red, the snow is frozen and proud of the sky, smiling calmly at the dawn bell of the world.
When the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, it warms thousands of homes. Time passes calmly and does not change the old years.
Standing calmly on the dangerous peak, the ancient temple chimes, the clouds are thick and the fog is heavy, and the ice is still frozen.
The sun was setting over the ancient temple, and we walked calmly all the way to my home, the frozen snow filled the horizon.
Revlon , frozen but not melted, proud, calm and elegant with the cold weather.
Since then, within a few degrees, the spring, summer, autumn, winter and heat have turned into ice.
The snow is thick and the freezing clouds are heavy for thousands of miles. I face the worldly affairs with a calm smile and live up to Dongjun's first bell.
A sparse bell rings outside the temple, and a small boat floats on its own. Where can I find the spring breeze when the snow is frozen?
There is no way to express the strong love and affection. The ground is frozen and I look forward to the spring breeze. I smile calmly and listen to the thousands of bells.
Even if the ground is freezing and the weather is cold, I will not change my mind. The ice-covered snow will make my love stronger, and I will calmly smile at the dawn bell of the world.
Since then, I have smiled proudly in the rivers and lakes and listened to the evening bell. The world is dense and shallow, and the frozen clouds are frozen for thousands of miles.
How many layers of snow cover the Languan Road? Where can I find the trace of fragrance at the end of the world? The bell outside Hanshan Temple is ringing far away, and a heart of ice accompanies the old pines.
A few pestle bells can be heard in the distance deep in the white clouds, and the uninhabited wild path shows off the beauty of red in the snow.
The sound of bells enters the dream, the snow outside Qianqiu snow in the wind and bamboo shadows in the wind, and the thousands of miles in front of the ancient temple.
The door is still open to welcome the guests, and the first traces of people are scattered. The bells are broken and the dangerous building is broken to look at the distant pines.
How many sounds are there, the green water accompanies the pine wind, the cold plum blossoms proudly face the frost and snow, and the green bamboos humbly look for the traces of cranes.
The wind and frost dye the hair on the temples and leave traces of the past, and the ten thousand-year-old pine trees outside the Bell Temple in the evening and morning.
After a few bells, there was an old pine tree in front of the ancient temple. The fragrance of plum blossoms was not exhausted, and the spring breeze was green again.
There are traces of moss on the pine path, the chanting of Buddhist bells seems to be silent, the traces of people and the shadows of birds and the clouds are clear.
The snow has disappeared, the mountains are beautiful, and the tide has disappeared from Diaoji. The bells chime and the waning moon shines on people as they return.
disappeared without a trace, a little red, the clock struck in the middle of the night and the mountains were filled with pine trees.
Yuxiu is formed from nature, the pine breeze enters the painting screen, and the fairy traces are hidden deep in the snow waterfall.
There are everlasting pines on the poles, and there is no trace of the thousand-year-old temple. Only the plum blossoms are red in the snow.
It’s time to welcome the new snow, so why bother looking for old traces when the geese have gone? The bells in the ancient temple sound like the moon is accompanied by the cold pines.
天马Without a trace, the sun and the moon are long, the paw prints of the slush are covered with vicissitudes of life, the bells of the thousand-year-old temple are far away, and only the pine breeze brings coolness in the evening.
She is so charming, her white hair and pine posture are extremely graceful. There is nothing to be afraid of in the wind and frost, and she is free to search for traces.
Forbidden City html There are five chickens announcing the dawn, the mountains are full of red leaves falling on the clear stream, the grass is desolate and the sky is green, but no king or grandson is seen moving westward.
The moon rises in Maodian, and the red leaves and yellow flowers accompany me as I walk. The night is so miserable that I cut candles until dawn.
A clear song, the mist and rain are melancholy, the mountains are full of red leaves and orioles accompany the dawn chicken.
Cooking smoke surrounds the wild pond, the setting sun spreads its wings in the sky, and the reed flute sings melodiously in the cool evening.
The breeze blows gently on my face, my white hair is on my temples, and the sun sets in the west and smoke rises into the blue sky.
The green cypresses stand proudly in the blue sky, the slanting rays of the evening light azalea , and the setting sun surrounds the trees with smoke from cooking fires.
Around the shade of the trees, the birds return to the forest, and the pale-faced old people and children play with the evening birds.
The clouds are clear and the sky is high, the autumn colors are pale, the wind carries the fragrance of osmanthus, and the sun sets in the west, and the smoke from the kitchen smoke rises from the low wall.
Misty and curling, the sunset is red in the west, the green pines and cypresses stand in the wind, and the singing of fishing songs in the evening comes into my ears.
The years are wasted and short, the sunset is red, and the setting sun shines slantingly on the kitchen smoke to accompany me.
The smoke from the cooking pots curls around the east of the small bridge, the sunset reflects the red water, and the green branches of the old trees sing evening music.
The leaves in the forest are red in the evening, the white clouds in the mountains are clear, and the sun sets in the west, and the smoke from the cooking pots surrounds the house.
Locks are vast, it is cool in the evening, and the sun sets in the west and the smoke falls into sleep.
The sunset is dyed with red leaves, smoke from cooking pots curls around the dusk clouds, fishing boats sing in the evening, and wild geese fly in formation.
The dusk is cold, the birds returning from the west are returning, the pale-faced and white-haired people are old, and the evening scene remains as before.
The sun sets on the Western Mountain, the green pines and green cypresses cover the firewood door, and the setting sun is about to fall, and the smoke from the kitchen stove greets the guests.
The west wind blows all night long, thousands of trees are green, thousands of mountains have fallen leaves, and the late autumn is cool. The setting sun does not dissociate one's mind, but still sends the smoke from the kitchen into the dreamland.
The setting sun is as red as fire, smoke curls around the back of the cow returning late, and the gray dog is closed behind the white clouds.
Whose family is it? A touch of sunset reflects the colorful clouds, all the white clouds are passing by, and the fishing boats sing in the evening to get drunk at the end of the world.
The sunset shines on the western mountains and the evening is cool. The autumn wind is bleak and dyes it pale yellow. Wherever the setting sun goes, a wisp of smoke enters the dreamland.
Don't look for old traces on Cangya, but look for new poems in the evening light, when the setting sun is full of infinite smoke and green branches.
The smoke from the cooking pots wraps around the roof beams, the setting sun green cypresses stand in the wind, and the late chrysanthemums and cold plum blossoms are fragrant with dew.
Two vast oceans, a ray of setting sun shines on the river, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery from the top of the building, and the westerly wind is full of fallen leaves.
The lotus pond is reflected, the green mountains on both sides are vast, Yellow Crane TowerThe predecessors are independent, the west wind is speechless and tears a thousand lines.
The fence is golden and bright like clouds, and the exotic flowers are blooming. There are no bees or butterflies in the sky, and the setting sun shines on my house.
The west wind sets the sun and the yellow clouds meet the wilderness, and there is a wisp of the setting sun at the beginning of the autumn moon night.
The sky is misty and rainy, reflecting the lotus pond, and the golden ears of rice are fragrant in the west wind.
rouge light and elegant makeup, thousands of mountains and valleys, mist and clouds, golden embellishments, the west wind is cool alone.
There are flowers everywhere, the sky is full of clouds, and the setting sun shines on my home in the vast plains.
The fallen flowers are swept away, reflecting the morning glow, and the setting sun turns out to be my home.
The setting sun is long, a touch of autumn frost is stained, the golden rice is covered with thousands of waves, and the west wind is refreshing and fragrant.
Thousands of miles of water flows eastward, the bleak west wind is autumn again, and the glimpse of the horizon makes people sad.
The west wind brings fallen leaves all over the mountains in autumn, the water flows in front of the building, and there is no place to find a boat to return to in the setting sun.
In the dead of night, the lights are bright, and a wisp of the setting sun shines on the east wall, 黄狗不知道的西风风狠的狠。
The azaleas are red, the twilight is blurry in the eyes, the earth is covered with golden color, and the west wind blows brightly in autumn.
The golden autumn atmosphere is everywhere, and the leaves are drifting in the west wind. Looking into the clouds in the sky, there is a touch of red from the setting sun.
Last night, the west wind brought out the autumn colors, chrysanthemums were yellow, and the sunset touched the sky with wild geese.
There are vast water and clouds, a wisp of setting sun, a beautiful view from the top of the building, and the west wind is full of fallen leaves.
The chrysanthemums under the fence are yellow, the west wind brings coolness in the evening, and the pale clouds and sky illuminate the vicissitudes of life.
-- Zheng Huixian
