Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.
Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.
The weather in Jiangnan in October is very good, and the scenery in winter is as lovely as that in spring.
Frost didn't freeze the grass to death, but the sun dried the earth.
Although the leaves of the old Zheshu tree are yellow, they are still like new ones.
At this time, I only envy the drinker's leisure and walk into the restaurant unconsciously.
Bai Juyi (772-846), a native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Taiyuan, Lotte, Xiangshan, and drunk. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi
The soldiers crossed the moat and the general drew an arrow from his bow. The horse crossed the chrysanthemum and crossed the mountain road, leaving the horse to walk freely. The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. This heart goes with the horse and crosses a thousand peaks. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. No one cleaned the abandoned tent on the battlefield, and the returning horse recognized the tattered flag. In late spring, the horse stepped on moss and once stayed in the shade. Ride my big horse and stroke my weak bow. Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken. Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets. The cliff rises abruptly from the face of the human face, and the qi rises with the rise of the horse's head. Think about traveling alone, it's delicious, but there's no way to lick horses except hiss. Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.