In Guojiang Tower, the ground is covered with yellow flowers in autumn, the setting sun is as red as fire, and there is no water flowing eastwards. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlit night sky is vast, the clear light spreads in all directions, and the earth is golden an

Guojiang Tower, the ground is full of yellow flowers in autumn, the setting sun is as red as fire, and there is no water flowing eastward.

Mid-Autumn Festival The moonlit night sky is vast, the clear light spreads in all directions, and the earth is golden and rustling, sending out delicate fragrance.

The blue waves are shining, the distant shadows of the vast mountains and rivers are whirling, the rice harvest scene is beautiful, and the cool west wind sings its praises.

The fallen leaves are falling all over the ground, the west wind is blowing the scent of chrysanthemums, and the sky is high and the clouds are light and the setting sun shines on the river.

Last night, the west wind filled the garden with fragrant osmanthus, and the setting sun touched the sky with a strong feeling of affection.

Guests from all over the world, spring all year round, blowing snow and plum blossoms in small characters express true feelings.

The east wind brings thousands of red trees, the blowing snow dances in the sky, and the smoke and cold water make the dream of a foreign land different.

The wind blows and the snow makes flowers, and the small fire in the red stove disappears with the clouds. Where is the guest's home at the end of the world?

The spring flowers are just in time, the smoke and water in the south of the Yangtze River are as green as blue, and the east wind is full of reds every night.

The road is depressed and lonely, with few people and little entertainment. The west wind blows the snow and chills the bones, and there is still a lingering red color in the painting.

Lost in the distant road, the guest's heart is lonely facing the setting sun, no one sweeps the ground, and the east wind blows snow all night long.

After the blowing snow and the years, the red, thin and green are pitiful. The smoke and willows are dim after people leave, and the wind and flowers are scattered before the guests come.

The sunset is red in the west, and the snowy and cold wind blows into my dream. A wisp of blue smoke reminds me of the past.

The fresh wind blows the snow, and the red plum blossoms are about to burn. The Great Wall The ancient travelers feel chilled.

There is a long way to go before the smoke is deep. Who can send the small words of peach blossoms and warm water? The first sound of snow blowing in the south of the Yangtze River.

The hustle and bustle welcomes guests from afar, and the dazzling Huatang is reflected. The east wind blows the snow and the red color makes it more auspicious.

The moon is full of red and frosty, the snow is blowing and the cold plum blossoms are secretly fragrant. A wisp of green smoke is turbid, and the wine guest is worried.

The willow silk is floating, extraordinarily delicate, the clear water and green mountains are singing birds, and the guests are at ease.

Autumn frost brings maple leaves, spring water apricot smoke, east wind blows snow and green manure lasts for years.

The sky is shining all over China, the sky is shining over the nine continents, there is nothing to be afraid of torrential rain and strong winds, the right path of the world is the Spring and Autumn Period.

No matter how cold or warm the wind is, it is always suitable. Snow and flowers are flying all over the sky to announce the good news.

The flying catkins are dancing softly all over the sky, and the Qionghua is flying all over the country. The wind is blowing all night, and there is no place where the hair is not white.

A strong wind swept over the earth, turning everything into dust, and catkins flying all over the sky.

Wonderful flowers bloom, flowers fall, jade bones, ice muscles, flying snow reflect the morning glow.

I wish you a piece of Chinese elixir, the flying snow is dancing all over the sky, and the violent storm brings warmth and cold to the world.

What should you be afraid of? The right path is subject to vicissitudes of life. Spring is coming with flying snow all over the sky, and red plums are everywhere proudly.

The flying catkins danced in neon clothes, and the plain clothes were covered with silver and flew everywhere. A strong wind blew all the wine all over the night.

During the Qingming Festival, raindrops fill the sky, and catkins fill the sky to worship the ancestors. Last night, the strong wind blew away the fallen leaves. The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life.

The wind is blowing and the rain is cool, the catkins are flying everywhere in the world, and the remaining flowers are everywhere.

When is the break? A night of strong winds and thousands of miles of sorrow. China's eternal dream, the sky is full of snow and the sky is full of snow.

The stars in the sky are shining brightly in China, and our Chinese ambitions have not yet been fulfilled. There is nothing to fear from heavy rains and strong winds. The right way in the world is the Spring and Autumn Period.

I am free and happy, the sky is full of snow and colorful clothes are dancing, and the storm is stormy and the world is full of flowers.

April is cold in the world, and violent storms stir up the karma of thousands of years, turning it into spring mud and flowers all over the sky.

The powerful showers are full of fragrance everywhere in the world, pear blossoms snow is flying, and catkins are flying everywhere.

Everything is busy, so what's the big deal when it rains? Let the clear sky stir up the turmoil of thousands of years of work. Look at the red sun in the sky with a smile.

A plum blossom tree with thousands of gold points sings the sound of spring alone, with a faint fragrance floating horizontally and slanting five Liuqin .

The elegant dark fragrance and sparse shadows are reflected in front of the window, and the plum blossoms have been proud of the snow for hundreds of years.

The sparse shadows stand in the dusk, the faint fragrance floats in the distant village, and I love the three lanes of the lonely mountain to repay the kindness of spring.

Floating all over the horizon, sparse shadows reflect the sunset, not the spring beauty of plum blossoms alone.

It's spring again, recalling old friends, for whom the faint fragrance and sparse shadows are new.

In the snowy sky, we are shoulder to shoulder, only for the faint fragrance and sparse shadows to make people pity.

On the branches, the faint fragrance enters the small building. I think about the past alone by the cold window, and I don’t know the sorrow after the plum blossoms have fallen.

The plum blossoms are proud of the snow and frost. Ling Han alone releases their fragrance. The dark fragrance floats horizontally and the moonlight is cool.

A single branch stands proud of the frosty sky, and the plum blossoms compete for beauty, only for the faint fragrance and sparse shadows to make people pity.

The subtle fragrance floats but does not compete for spring. The sparse shadows have their own charm. There is no way that the plum blossoms alone fill the garden.

On the high branches, the wind carries the faint fragrance into the little poem . I miss my old friends in the cold window, who knows about the three plum blossoms.

The three plum blossoms are like a hook, and the moon is like a hook. I go up to a high building alone to recall my old travels. Where does the faint fragrance go? For whom does the sparse shadow in the half window remain?

The subtle fragrance floats horizontally and slants to create a new tree, which is not like the fresh air of plum blossoms to wash away the worldly world.

A tree is blooming in the snow, leading the floating news of spring, and its sparse shadows are slanting into the dream.

The fairy is dancing alone, the plum blossoms are shoulder to shoulder, and the faint fragrance and sparse shadows have been intoxicating for thousands of years.

condensed into jade, the faint fragrance floats into the poem, thinking about old friends alone in the cold window, sending plum blossoms to each other.

The strict edict has been passed down to Zhou Shibi, but he still wears the clothes of the Han family and returns home alone with a curtain of dreams Ming Dynasty .

Lean on the railing, wait until the flowers have faded in the morning, the fragrant wind blows all over the ground, and the harsh winter is followed by the cold spring.

A wisp of fragrant wind blows in the face, flowers bloom after the harsh winter, and half the curtain is filled with dreams of bright green.

The joyful fragrance of life has dried up and the tears have dried up, and it is a bright sunny day again behind a curtain of dreams.

According to people's words, the ground is red, the fragrant path does not know how to ask Yan Gong in the dark.

The lingering fragrance is like yesterday, the faded temples are already severe, and there is a faint dream in the Ming Dynasty, frost and dew are cold.

Jade dragons are carved in ancient temples, and the pious dreams of pilgrims drift away with the wind. They will be restored in the Ming Dynasty.

The flowers are falling in the evening of spring. I have left my hometown several times in the Ming Dynasty. In my dream, it is the Double Ninth Festival that vaguely passes.

Last night, I dreamed about the Ming Dynasty. A curtain of spring scenery came into my heart. The weather was fine after the harsh winter, and the plum blossoms were fragrant and accompanied by the water flow.

Entering the clouds, the jade bones and ice muscles are proud of the snow, people in the west window are sleepless, and it is sunny again in the Ming Dynasty.

In the wind, the iron bones are as strong as snow, and the rain is as light as the fragrance. People can't sleep when the curtains are rolled up to the west window. It will be a good spring again in the Ming Dynasty.

The west wind enters the dream, the Ming Dynasty is full of red flowers, and the fragrant jade disappears and the severe frost accompanies the strong pines.

In the Ming Dynasty, there will be no spring in the west wind, and the fragrance in the thirty-six palaces will only hurt the spirit.

The baby swallow takes the flower in its mouth, the wind is warm and the oriole in the west window makes people sleepless, for whom will the spring bloom in the Ming Dynasty.

After that comes spring, a thousand reds are fragrant, and a curtain of dreams fills the courtyard with fragrance.

In the Ming Dynasty, the spring rain moistened the peach blossoms, and the east wind swept through the curtains and entered thousands of homes. There was no way to avoid the severe winter that spread all over the world.

is extraordinarily delicate, letting the wind float, leaning against the cold fragrance all over the corridor, I fall into a distant dream.

I groaned alone in melancholy and speechless, with all the tears on my lapels, and a wisp of cold fragrance. The night was already deep.

Looking at the distant mountains, there is a cold sound of wild geese, full of melancholy and no one to complain about, and a plum tree with the waning moon.

The jade flute blows off the plum blossom and hurts it, and the cold moon and frost are all over the place with thousands of tears.

A branch of plum blossoms slants in the snow. Before the east wind reaches home, it leans on the stems and blows all over the sky.

The cold branches are thousands of red, leaning against them is hazy, so there is no need to feel melancholy, as the plum blossoms are different.

Looking at the setting sun, reflecting the moonlight, the melancholy west wind still blows out the fragrance.

The leaves are fallen in the melancholy autumn wind, the three plum blossoms are pitiful, and the cold fragrance is lingering while looking at the full moon.

The proud snow is blooming, and I am melancholy for whom. No one can see me everywhere, only the cold fragrance enters my dream.

In the frost and cold, all the grasses are withering, and the balconies are wandering all over the place, full of melancholy, and the plum blossoms are blooming lonely.

The moon is as bright as water, shining on the lantern. The west wind is chilling to the bone all night long. I feel melancholy and don’t know where to go. The plum blossoms are blooming in front of the small window.

In the melancholy moonlight, the plum blossoms on a tree are covered with frost and frost invades the thin bones, and the pictures of the branches are endless.

The snow has not gone away, the melancholy of spring comes, the road is far away, no one can take pictures everywhere, the unique cold fragrance comforts the loneliness.

It's freezing cold, windy and snowy. I lean against the balcony and burst into tears. I am full of melancholy and have nowhere to complain. Who can say that all the plum blossoms have fallen?

The autumn wind is bleak and I lean against the balcony, the fallen leaves are flying, the wild geese are in the cold, melancholy and speechless, and the three shadows are lonely.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and the three plum blossoms follow you. I lean against the railing and look at the full moon.

The moonlight is cool, I lean against the vast sky in the night, and there is no one to complain about my melancholy. The plum blossoms of a tree are secretly fragrant.

Clouds are my companions, and snow is my neighbor. The cold fragrance blows away with the wind, and I lean against the railing alone to remember my old friend.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom and the snow has just begun to dry. The east wind is leaning against the railing alone, and the moonlight is still cold in the twelve ridges.

There is beauty everywhere in the country, and heroes are still judged by others.

The bright moon is still there, the road ahead is long, and the land of China has a new look.

The country dominates the country, China is showing its glory for thousands of miles, and the heroic spirit is still the Japanese Japanese soldiers.

is opened alone, sending incense, and the country of China is at your disposal.

-- Zheng Huixian