100 words order quarrying rock

Riding the wind, he invited Qinglian to go with him, and Xiao Xie followed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tianmen cloud haze is gone, but see the Cuiluo peak show.

The cliff is near the river, the rhinoceros is burning, and the Chu River is still flowing.

The sails hung diagonally, and the waves hit the rocks and roared.

Counting thousands of years of competition, the beacon fire is in vain, and the fame is always in vain.

The fertile soil is fertile and the blood of the soldiers, how can it be thin and thin.

As if remembering, Yu Hujia, cut candles to see Wu Hook.

Mo Ruo returned and shared a bottle of wine with Taibai.

One hundred words order quarrying rock two

The boulder crosses the river, and the six dynasties are going to rush, and the waste will be planted.

The tide of the head is still fishy, where has been a mound.

Capture the tiger and cut down Chen, if the water offers advice, the country will be unified for a while.

The scholar lifted the sword and protected the Zhao Song Dynasty for a hundred years.

There are also ancient poetry souls, literati rhymes, and steep memories of the dreams of the time.

Raise a glass and invite the old time and the moon, watching the tiger move in the distance.

The chest is blocked, the business is flat, and the wine and tears are sent together.

Ten thousand years in a flash, the pavilion sits in the spring breeze.

Magnolia slowly climbs Jiao Mountain

The dawn blows the mist and disperses, and the high pavilion complains of leisure.

Look at the sky and water to invite, the lonely sail floating clouds, the waves hitting the flying gulls.

Nowhere to go, with a bucket of wine, and a drunken Wo Tingzhou.

The chest encompasses everything, and He Laoqiang opens his eyes.

Coats retreats to the mountains. There have been several days of fighting.

The Three Kingdoms, the Six Dynasties, and the Song Dynasty.

Jiaxuanke, come to hang the ancients, and no one will care about Wu Hook.

There have been several battles in the world, and the river will not change.

Manjiang Red Beiguting

It is a place of great attraction since ancient times.

Looking up, the rivers and mountains are in the painting, just like yesterday.

There is a slight north-south split, and there are two points of gold and gold.

Every year, when the flowers are ruined and the spring is damaged, the crows cry.

Looking at the old traces, empty tears. Thinking about the past, I have no plan.

Sigh the nectar red candle, the hero is difficult to tie.

The rise and fall of the six dynasties and the poetry of the thousand autumns are successive.

Up to now, a song of Nanxiangzi, I am sad.