Born lotus seeds and plum blossoms are not cold, and the government is the same painting in Jiangnan to see.
The government of the court, the society and the people, did not dare to speak lightly about the afterlife, but sought stability as a free man.
The earth was shocked by the thunder, and the heavy rain was as steady as iron on the back, and he did not dare to cut off his head lightly.
Talking about the old things, we should only sit firmly on Diaoyu Rock, and next year's government will be in decline.
The heart is unstable, and the wine is honest and diligent, and enjoys peace.
The regime is chaotic, the people are deeply resentful, and they dare not speak lightly and sit firmly in the global village.
Two stumbling, for the sake of politics from the Diaoyutai to look up, change the old waves.
The bad news came that it was stable for thousands of years, the people and the spring breeze were warm, and the sun and moon were bright.
The mandarin duck is stable for the perched bird, the swallow has not returned, the government is a good season in the south of the Yangtze River, and the people are happy in the peaceful year.
Honest and unstained, always concerned about people's livelihood and suffering, righteous and unrepentant, and stable helmsman with two sleeves.
What is enough, for Jun Chen, Bian Zhou went, did not believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world.
Change the old waves, swing the snails, eliminate corruption and evil, and sing the song of the wind with the people.
Steady and victorious can be peaceful, Hu has not been destroyed, not belligerent, and worried about the people since ancient times.
Zhengtong straightens out the country's strength and respect, and after all the hardships, the heart is not old, and Shenzhou is stable for ten thousand years.
The heart of the world is still strong, the government and the country are stronger, the long wind chases the sun and the moon, and the whip has not stopped for thousands of miles.
Mr. is not old poetry has been completed, listen to the sound of the rain, the government is not my body, you may as well do it everywhere.
Lying under the north window in my life, I didn't feel that the autumn wind was blowing my sideburns, and I was afraid that I didn't have this body, so I might as well be a private house anywhere.
Urging green willows, the people are good at rain, and the spring is always there, and the boat is to the sea.
The winter snow is fluttering, shining on the world, the summer rain is silently moistening all things, and the spring breeze is smiling.
Dancing on the face, the summer rain pours over the pond, the flowers are just right when the autumn moon is full, and the consequences are fragrant.
The cicadas are singing urgently, the spring breeze is full of warm flowers, people are difficult to gather, and the winter snow melts into poetry.
A round of autumn moon flies and the night is thick, lovesick and bitter, and the summer rain knocks on the window into a dream.
On the shore of the Milky Way, the autumn moon is full and ruthless to urge people to grow old, and they are in the jade pass.
The spring breeze backyard is pity, the summer rain forecourt is pity, the autumn moon is a round of eternal photos, and the winter snow is the same in Kyushu.
The green mountains are beautiful, the spring breeze is round, and there will be a day, and the winter snow is a little sad.
Silent shadows, winter snow intentionally accompanied by plum blossoms, the spring breeze does not understand lovesickness, it is difficult to eliminate loneliness.
The winter snow presses the plum and the chrysanthemums are more fragrant, and the summer rain is drenched and warm.
The willow is smiling, and the summer rain is shining in the sky, dancing in the sky.
The lotus flowers are more fragrant, the spring breeze is blowing the catkins flying, the circle is short of people and it is difficult to gather, and the winter snow is scattered and the dream is broken.
The hazy palace is hidden, the jade gate is closed, the spring breeze is on the south bank of the green river, and the summer rain frequently knocks on the north mountain.
The grass and trees are withered, hanging from the treetops, and the summer rain is warm at the beginning of the flowers.
The willows on the face are like smoke, the summer rain knocks on the window when the people are not old, and the winter snow falls for another year.
The sound of cicadas at the beginning of the break, the warmth of the flowers, the autumn moon is full and the road is far away.
A round of autumn moon falls all over the sky, and the spring breeze ruthlessly destroys the flowers.
Floating on the earth, the autumn moon shines in the sky, ruthlessly destroying the flowers and sending geese away.
The rippled Milky Way shore, in the jade sky, the autumn moon is flying thousands of mountains red.
The hot summer rain is in the west and east, the trees are red, I don't know the hardships of the world, and the winter snow dances in the sky.
When the autumn moon is full, it is sad, the winter snow is a few worries, and the spring breeze is difficult to dispel and part.
Urging new green, as usual, where to go, has passed the Yumen Pass.
The spring breeze blows the willows and dances the neon clothes, the summer rain knocks on the lotus to send the dark fragrance, the autumn moon is silent and the flowers have tears, and the winter snow is accompanied by plum fragrance.
The frost, summer rain, spring breeze do not need to be urged, and the autumn moon turns into a hundred flowers.
The autumn moon trees, the winter snow mountains, the spring breeze are full of poetry, and the summer rain is only wine.
The winter snow melts and nourishes the fertile soil, the autumn moon lacks a lack of silent moisturizing all things, and the spring breeze deliberately promotes redness.
The willow silk is light, and the small runaway warbler sings freely, and it is the most poetic sound in the depths of the year.
Looking for a confidant, the white-haired new warbler is singing green willows, and the young head is young.
Dancing in red, where to find a bosom friend, suddenly see the warbler blowing on the face of the intoxicating.
The willow silk is long, where is the spring breeze in February, ask Liu Lang.
Last night, the spring breeze shook the willows, and only then did the sharp corners of the head be revealed, looking for water.
If you want to find a peach source, you don't care, the mountain flowers are new, and the warbler sings tactfully in the valley, waking up the spring breeze for thousands of miles.
Where is the old hatred, I want to find the beauty of the world, I don't dissociate from people's minds, and I still cry flowers from the spring breeze.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art