Ancient poems are skewered but very artistic.

You are in that mysterious place, which is already my dream scenery. Now you embark on a journey, fly to another mysterious place, and let your body and mind slowly soak in the boundless green and cool and quiet water world.

I look forward to it, as if I have become a bluebird, with wings and riding the wind, flying away from this rolling earth with you. Hope has only a starting point, no end point, leaving feelings in the mountains and rivers, and finally becoming a place where Maolin raises bamboo.

Spring is bright, kites fly long, donkeys break their hats to find mountains and rivers, and ride cranes down to Yangzhou. In March, the whole city will set off fireworks. We are wandering in the green hills in the south of the Yangtze River. At first glance, it turned cloudy and sunny, and the clothes were wet by the drizzle of apricot flowers. If there is, if not, Yang Liu won't feel cold on her face, so she swings around on the swing, and then turns around according to the bamboo tube and socks, so that Luo Shang can relax a little. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the duck prophet in the warm spring river, the tender reed buds of Artemisia rupestris all over the ground, the peach blossoms flowing water, not to mention the fat of mandarin fish. Peach blossoms set each other off, and I was drunk before I drank them.

Yes, Lanting Ji Ya, we are in the middle of it. The winding water is too strong to drink. Drinking a clear spring in troubled times is as sweet as wine, cleansing the heart and spleen.

Plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River, like the overture of the four seasons played by nature, have just heard enough frogs in the grass pond and knocked on snuff all night. We walked hand in hand to the shade of that summer. A meal, a pot of pulp, like a poor monk in western Shu, sleeping in the wind with bamboo shoes and a short hat, stop and go.

Willow dance, holding a bamboo pole, hanging three feet, invited the red carp at the bottom of the field to be idle. The fragrance makes the dragonfly stand tall. Although you can't live alone like a cicada in Xia Na, drinking the wind and sucking the dew, laughing proudly and singing in the long wind, you can also listen to the sound of bamboo and look at women with colorful dresses. You might as well gently move the lotus boat down the south pond, sail into the depths of the lotus, pick a lotus, eat a Hong Ling, and the orchids are swaying, so don't disturb the dream of the gull in that continent. Let nature take its course. What about surprise? Don't be jealous and laugh at our youth. Don't you two live in Lanting Zhian?

On the seventh day of July, the ceremony was as scheduled, and the new moon was like an eyebrow. I miss the infatuated cowherd, who took a pair of young children and took a boat in the crescent moon to see my wife and the magpie bridge that watched the Milky Way for a whole year. Endless lovesickness, endless thoughts. At this moment, all was silent and people held their breath. With the arm that shook the Five Mountains, the man gently grasped the slender waist of the beloved woman, kissed her in the breeze for nine days, broke out of the ground and his clothes fluttered. Nong Yu on the upper floor of the Qin Dynasty sings softly, as if crying, the phoenix flies, and the flat peach under the Yushan Mountain is bathed in fairy wind and rain for 3,000 years, still soaked in red flowers. The poet's words fell from the sky: if two feelings last long, they will always be ... flying fireflies and dancing lights, and even forget to pounce on the round fan. You just hold your petite hand tightly, as if a little cinnabar is embedded in my palm and will never fade.