Waves of sand, Jiuqu Yellow River, thousands of miles of sand

Nine curves of the Yellow River are thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are blowing from the end of the world. Now go straight to the Milky Way and go to the home of the morning glory weaver girl.

The Yellow Crane Tower sent Meng Haoran to the Guangling Tomb

The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen.

mountain climbing

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back. The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years. Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass.

Nian Nujiao Chibi nostalgia

The great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters are merry through the ages. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon.

Guizhixiang Jinling nostalgia

Ascend to see it. It is late autumn in the old country, and the weather is beginning to be clear. Thousands of miles of Chengjiang are like practice, and the green peaks are like clusters. Return to the sail to go to the remnant sun, with the west wind on his back and the wine flag oblique. The colorful boats are faint, the stars are rising, and it is difficult to draw. Thinking of the past, prosperous competition. Sighing outside the door, grief and hatred continue. Through the ages, he has relied on this and insulted honor and disgrace. The old things of the Six Dynasties flow with the water, but the cold smoke and the grass are green. To this day, the merchant girl still sings the last song of the court.

Wanglu Mountain Waterfall

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days.

Water Dragon Yin, Shou Yin Meijin

Looking at the waves outside the spring building, the bronze mirror of the old year. Refining into a treasure moon, flying to the sky, the Milky Way Shadow. At the jade hook curtain, the horizontal rhino dust and the heavenly fragrance are divided. Remember the lock of Yin Yun Palace, cut flowers and dew, Qujiang River, spring breeze.

Huai Province. Red dust is quiet during the day. The noon dynasty returns, and the yin sheng is late. Chunlin embroidered pen, warbler edge dawn, golden marmoset swirling. Lang Yuan Zhi fairy appearance, raw silk pairs, green windows deep view. Make Qiongying count, Gong Meixin is early, and accounts for the glory of the year.

Man Jianghong Huaizi is made by you

Qingying flows eastward, sad eyes, lonely sails are extinguished. The eunuch travel place, the green mountains and white waves, thousands of stacks. Lonely back then, Lin Xia listened, and listened to the night rain on the bed. Hate this life, long to part, Tian Huafa.

A statue of wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, from the beginning. It looks like yesterday, many years. The old marks on the clothes are left with bitter tears, and the eyebrows are full of joy and yellow. Then he and Jun and Chishang looked for the remnant spring, and the flowers were like snow.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Remembering Jiangnan

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Anchor the boat in Kua Chau

Jingkou Guazhou is a water, Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains. The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?

On June 27, Wanghulou was drunk

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.

Spring trip to Qiantang Lake

Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe. The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

Drink the lake after the first sunny rain two songs

The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

on the lake

The flowers bloom, the mangroves are chaotic, the warblers are crying, the grass grows, and the egrets of Pinghu Lake fly. The wind and the sun are sunny and the people are good, and the sunset is full of drums.