Occasional work in a small garden.
Liang Rongxiong. I have been accustomed to hunting in the wind and winter to sweep the remnants of the leaves
Why is it that the eyes are tired on this day, a piece of yellow flowers and butterflies.
Mengdong Changbai Mountain.
Liu Mingfu. Snow flying clouds lie in the nine heavens, and the fall of Changbai Mountain in October.
The silver butterflies are comforted, and the misty birds in the Yao Pond are returned.
The smoke and haze trees dance with six flowers, and the sound of the ravines and springs is among the ten thousand jades.
The joy is stacked into a rhyme, and the aftermath lingers around the river.
Jinan Black Tiger Spring.
Lv Wanchang. Shi Pan is like a tiger and water is like a dragon, and one vein and three Qu are not lazy.
There are traces of flying beads on the surface of Ze, and there is no trace of the jade splashed in the pond.
Linbo picks up the mirror and the silver mustache, and the crane around the shore is hairy.
The pleasure lingers in poetry, and the heart is fragrant and the painting is fragrant.
Congratulations on the grand opening of the first Biennale of the United States.
Yan Zizhong. Danqing is full of color and fragrance, and flowers, birds, mountains and rivers are dotted with walls.
The sand rhyme is now prosperous, and the ingenuity is strong through the ages.
Untitled. Pan Weiran.
The dawn breeze blows the twilight clouds, and gulls can be seen on the sunny beach on a warm day.
Good water and good mountains can't be seen, just because idle things are in my heart.
In a dream. Jiangnan Jushi.
The sky is full of purple swallows and flies, and the dark clouds of the stables return to the snow.
Where is there no restraint?The empty room of the drunk is not a dream.
Editor: Hongyan Jushi.
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