It is said that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
At the beginning of the kiosk, a plum blossom was reported, which brought Jiangnan back to Xing.
Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs call the soul.
The postman who came to meet the north broke the plum blossom and gave it to his friend in the mountains. There is nothing in Jiangnan, so talk about it to send it away-Zhichun.
It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
How much hate, in my dream last night. It's like swimming in the garden in the past, and cars are like running water in Ma Rulong. Flowers and the moon are spring breeze.
If you look at the scenery from a strange place, the West Lake will always be a small home.
Lotus blooms in the south of the Yangtze River, and red light covers clear water. The color is the same, but the lotus root is different.
Tingzhou picks white apples, and Jiangnan is in the sunset. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.
In the Qi family, I often see your performances; Before urging the wine hall, I praised your art many times. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
On the autumn night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, and Guanghua is sprinkled in the palace in Miyagi Prefecture. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden. The wine in front of the street is thin and drunk, and the eyes are full of spring worries.
Shuixiushan has a clear eyebrow and a long distance, so when you come back, you must lean on the small pavilion window. Jiang Nanyu was puzzled by the spring breeze, and he found a guest to taste it in Xiaoyu Lane.
Flowing out of the West Lake, singing and dancing is not like going back to the mountains.
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.