Looking north to the chaos. Mid-spring is remnant, and the sky is full of rain. The mountains are remote. The grass encroaches on the barren path, and the willows add to the stream. On the head of the stranger, the cuckoo cried resentment. A mound of loess buried jade bones, paper money, burned 30 million. Pregnant with mother, can be heard. Fang Nian did not know the warmth of Chunhui.
Shame and gratitude, Juan Ai did not report, and the liver and intestines were broken.
The young and poor family is like washing, and the moon clothes are short.
Drink gruel and don't smell slices of meat.
The lamp is dark and the clothes are worried about the eyes of the needle, and now, the personnel can sigh.
Three bows, full of tears.
The spring breeze brings warmth. The warbler is soft everywhere. The miasma rain is clear, and the spring is restricted. The scenery is not far away. The distant mountains depict Dai E's eyebrows, and the frightened birds drum their wings in the heavenly pool. Butterflies dance on the branches, peach cheeks with a smile and coquettishness. 
Four years of classmates are like a dream, and the old things in Cangshan are still new. The peach and plum worked hard and won the frosty sideburns. Fortunately, I met the wine of the fight, and the old man was lying in Songyun. laughed and went on a blind date for a while, and didn't ask about fame outside the body. 
The rain is harvested, the smoke is new, and the garden is full of spring. The sound of the warbler, the things are gorgeous, and the clothes and pants are fragrant. Liying is delicate, with red cheeks, and Su E is jealous. Sigh that the flowers are easy to fall, the light is fleeting, and the spring is gone, and I know where. In the prime of life, he returned with a smile and a thousand silver threads. The apricot altar is three feet, and the plum peach is ten million, and it is hard work. Flowing water peach blossoms, life is like a dream, and fame is like soil. And leisurely, drunk and singing, stepping through the mountains and clouds. 
The yellow warbler called the broken window screen. The small garden is dressed in willows. The powder face is half-covered. Ling Bo Fangxie, who is Yu Huanting's family. 
Ten miles of fences. Three acres of lotus flowers in front of the house. After the rain, the wind is cool and the frogs are drummed. Under the moonlight forest, boil the clear spring and taste new tea. 
Speechless at the end of the world. Leaning on the railing, his heart is in turmoil. Refuse to give up for no reason. Insects chirp in autumn nights. When the intestine is broken, the moon is slanted to the west. 
Raise your eyes in front of the pool and sigh. The wind blows the old lotus. Two sideburns Xiao Xiao guest house. The flowers bloom, a curtain of dreams. 
Pre-spring wax flowering. The dark fragrance is sparse and sloping. Jade bone ice muscle flawless. The festival is high in the world, and the king of poetry is Xinjia. 
Daiwa arcade, five miles of street long. Pillow Peach Creek, next to Tonggu Mountain. Former playmates, in dreams. Nian Zhou Jintong, Lin Jindi, Li Wenliang. My Cao peers, neighbors and private friendships, stepping on the rising sun, Lianbu Study. Childish and fun, happy and crazy. There are catching mountain fowl, shaving sweet potatoes, jumping goats.
Erdu River literature tells you that the Erdu River is the most beautiful river, a small tributary of Lishui, and Lishui is a small tributary of Yuanshui, which is a tributary of the Yangtze River, which eventually converges and flows eastward.
About the Author: The author, Pan Liangbin, Han nationality, born in 1957, is a native of Yongchun County, Quanzhou City, Fujian Province, a retired teacher of Quanzhou Normal University, and a member of the Quanzhou Quanshan Poetry Couplet Society. He is a hobby of ancient poetry, writes essays in his spare time, and his works are scattered in newspapers and micro-magazines.