Begging for a clever timing, the lotus dew broke the rainbow. Yunxing Xiawei, Chongwen Phoenix repairs, sad Siwen in pitching.

Go to the Huanglong Pavilion, the south of the Yangtze River locks the blue fall, the invitation Qiliang Cave, the sunset and the remnants of spring.

The wind is warm and the flowers are heavy, moving to the sky, ten miles gallery, the beginning, the green bamboo Qiqi, the crisp rain shocks the spring, the jade tree on the shore, the silver waves ripple, like ten thousand streams returning to the sect, going down the river, there are mountains in the holes, there are holes in the mountains, and the caves are connected. The fan Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng, laughing at the deer in the banana, breaking the water outside the water, several times in addition to the dream, reflecting my original intention.

The half-moon wind breaks suddenly, the green lotus is beautiful, the spring water of Lingbo is shallow, the cold of the year is gradually predetermined, the bullfighting is full of stars, and the peach blossoms on the moon are fragrant.

I couldn't sleep for a long time, and I was speechless. Friends are not dreaming of the stars. Holding hands and looking at each other, drinking greedy cups, discussing the empty division of the south building,

On Tuojiang Hongqiao.

The small boat is light, the stars sweep the moon, and the east wind returns to the clouds.

Huanglu bitter bamboo, fluttering and singing phoenix moving the sky, curling dragon sweeping wind.

Strolling through Jiangzhu, stepping on the rain without a trace, recalling the past, green mountains and green waters, ancient and modern. Qin Jianqianzhong, Han Xi water boat, Jin Chuan peach blossom,

Sui Yu Nanban, Tang Guan Wanqing, Song waved the jade axe, Yuan stationed in the town pole, Qing Waste Tusi, look at the present dynasty, ethnic autonomy, abundant food and clothing,

The people are peaceful, and the world is in the heart.

Throughout the spring and autumn of 3,000 years, and 40 miles of Yingzhou, the past years have passed, the phoenix is also, the people are in Xuanhuang, and the sea is a millet and the levy

The flying feather of the rainbow, but left in Jiuzhou, the name is eternal, and the blessing and descendants can have no regrets.

Yu also feels in the scenery, the resort is not often, the feast is difficult again, the phoenix has been carried out, the building boat crosses at night, so I want to learn the joy of Zi'an, and get what I want

Yu Qungong, a poem, the four scenes of the phoenix, the four rhymes are afraid:

Returning to the dragon wind and looking for people in the moon, Qiliang leans on the sky and laughs at the east wind.

Duluo is talking about the old man, and the beacon is hated for thousands of miles. (Huilong Pavilion, Qiliang Cave, Duluo Village, Southern Great Wall)