There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find

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There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountain

The noisy cicadas were blown away by the autumn wind, and the sycademia in Guling gradually dyed yellow and green, like a white apple on the shore of Qin Lake, concealing the water. The sunlight no longer has a burning feeling, and it is chilling in the gentleness. When the morning breeze blows, it immediately makes people feel refreshed. It’s a cool autumn!

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

days of high and cool air, floating clouds pass by, under the blue sky, Cangshan and green hills carry a mature and rich tone. Old villas are spread out one after another at the foot of Guling Mountain. The iron tiles are decorated with agate-like red and emerald green, which complement the bright yellow sycamore trees and leaves, making them look lush, rich and deep.

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

The autumn wind is slightly cold, and the scenery of Lushan becomes more and more clear and refreshing, and all the scenes are so quiet and beautiful. Literati of the Tang and Song dynasties were the best at poetry, and the poems and prose in the autumn scenery of Kuanglu in the mountain were most suitable for this colorful autumn scenery.

Title Yuan Baxiju Tang · Baijuyi

Stream mist tree heavy water sill mountain windows sequences when the leaves are still blooming red lingering autumn fragrance first blooming white lotus sound comes to pillow on a thousand years of crane shadow falling in the cup Five old peaks are more ashamed to stay at the guests' diligent fish fresh rice fine wine fragrant

Traveling Shimenjian Tang · Baijuyi

No old paths in the stone gate. When visiting the ruins, we meet the mountains and rivers. The clear light is as if you have heard of the ancient times. Huiyuan generations. The poem is written by this rock wall covered with raspberry moss. There is nowhere to find the wild bamboo. The stone has been peeled for many years since . After the Eastern Jin . There is no one to travel. The sound of autumn streams is unique. The gurgling day and night.

. The sun in Kuanglu . The Tang Dynasty. Qi Ji.

. The sun in Kuanglu. The sun in Kuanglu. The autumn wind is August. The sound of the song of the song of the tiger stream temple. The shadow of the tower. The master of the pagoda. The path of the wild roe. The fragrance of the lotus pond. What is the old spring stone. Go back to wash your heart and spleen.

. The peak of the south of the autumn is the title of the master. The master Lanruo . The Tang Dynasty. Money starts

Look at the clear scenery towards the mountains, step by step, faint nature, return to the turbulent sluice, the cold sky is clean, the stone gate is good, the waning moon is about to reflect, go to the far Gonglu, the lonely peak hangs in the clouds, the fire is fire in the clouds, the mountain chimes under the pine tree, the guest forgets words, the ape heart and meditation

Jiye night Song · Kong Pingzhong

There was a sound of autumn as the fallen leaves alone, the coolness accompanied by the fireflies in the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty hopes to wash out the mountains of Lu. The green color of Lu

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

There are no old paths in the stone gate. When I visit the ruins, I encounter mountains and rivers. The clear light is like the ancient times. I often hear the wisdom of the distant generation. I wrote a poem about this rock wall covering the berry moss. There is nowhere to find  - DayDayNews

Colorful Lu Mountain, the clouds are painted with autumn, the most intoxicating color is autumn. The summer comes and cold comes, and the sayings of spring and autumn fruits are hidden among autumn leaves. When the frost leaves are drunk, the osmanthus fragrance is fragrant, and the golden wind suddenly rises, the answer will be found.

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