"Jiangtian Twilight Snow".
The sky rolls jade flowers, Tingzhou Bai Haohao.
The shadow of the goose is gone, and the twilight of a thousand cliffs is like dawn.
The fisherman wants to return from the cold, and he doesn't remember Baling Road.
Sitting on a sleeping boat artesian, the clouds are deep and small.
Yongyongzhou" burn marks are bleak with faint crows, and there are no flowers in the cold plums.
Three hundred miles south of Yanfeng, there are thousands of snake catchers.
Chengjiang around Guo Wenyu sang, strange stone pile court to see the officials.
In the past, Yuxi was so bitter, and Yongzhou was still the end of the world.
Jinshan Temple" is swallowed by the sky, and there is a small thing in the pot.
The cloud moves the tower shadow across the mouth of the river, and the tide sends the bell across the sea gate.
The monk's couch swells with the Jiao room at night, and the Buddha lamp is dim in the mirage in autumn.
Every year, there is only Zhongling water, which is not subject to a little dust in the world.
The cliffs are like cutting iron, and the birds can't fly across the moss and cracks.
There is no Bico in the dead wood, and there is no snow in June.
Sesha went out of the pass, and the camel roared at night.
Zhenghong rose from the sky, the wind blew the grass and the mountains and the moon were small.
Eight Views of Xiaoxiang The fourth Xiaoxiang Night Rain".
The black clouds rise in Zhaotan, and the wind and sand in Orange Island.
The rain sprinkled the canopy urgently, and the crows fell down.
Turtles haunt each other, and the dark waves roar their teeth.
The fishing lamp is half off, and the wet light wears the reed flowers.
Bolangsha was bold in the car, and Zulong Sheji was shocked.
How to twelve gold people, there are still folk iron unsold.