Poems praising Jixi

1. Verses about Jixi

Verses about Jixi 1. Verses about calmness

Feather fans and silk towels, while talking and laughing, the rafts and oars disappeared into ashes. — - Su Shi

Mount Tai collapses in front but does not change its color; the elk rises to the left but does not blink - Su Xun

I have an appointment and I am not here until midnight, and I am knocking the chess pieces and falling off the lanterns - —Zhao Shixiu

Qingshan is not tired of three glasses of wine, and only one game of chess can be eliminated in a long day - Li Yuan

The name should be immortal and the bones of light immortals, and the reason is to forget the machine and approach the Buddha's heart - Sikong Tu

Don’t be surprised by favor or disgrace, just watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court; have no intention of leaving or go, just look at the clouds rolling in the sky. - Chen Jiru

The wise man enjoys the picturesque mountains and mountains, and the benevolent man enjoys the boundless water. A glass of wine calmly, a cup of tea in an ordinary way. - Tao Yuanming

Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, just brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name. - Li Bai

< p> There is water in a thousand rivers, a moon in a thousand rivers, and a cloudless sky for thousands of miles - Buddhist verses

Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. - Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo"

Walking to the end of the mountain, sit and watch the clouds rise.——Wang Wei

2. Poems about Mount Hengshan

1. There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is among them. north.

From: Jia Dao·Tang Dynasty's "Beiyue Temple"

Translation: There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Mount Heng is to the north of it.

2. On the ridge of the sky in the clouds, you can especially see this mountain statue.

From: "Climbing Hengshan" by Wang Chengjue Ming Dynasty

Translation: On the ridge of the sky in the clouds, I especially saw this mountain.

3. The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple hangs in the air.

From: "Visiting the Hanging Temple" by Deng Keshao of the Qing Dynasty

Translation: The stone screen stands thousands of feet tall, and the ancient temple is half suspended in the air.

4. In what year was the Brahma Palace built on the stone wall? There are narrow paths leading to the cliff.

From: "Passing the Hanging Temple" by Zheng Luo of the Ming Dynasty

Translation: In what year was the stone wall connected to the Brahma Palace, and the cliffs were connected by narrow paths and paths.

5. The universe has its own spiritual realm, so how can it be appropriate to lay a throne for someone else?

From: "Climbing Hengshan" by Jin Yuanhao

Translation: There are natural spiritual realms in the heaven and earth. How to place them in harmony with other mountain statues. < /p>

This is a treasured letter for visitors to the boat.

The hole is clear and shallow, and the bright mirror has no winter or spring.

A thousand feet is a tree, and thousands of feet are like scales.

Canglang is sometimes turbid, and the clear water is dry.

How could it be possible to ride here and look down at the stone phosphorus?

I am separated from the crowds, why would I rather pretend to wash my clothes?

I am willing to touch the dust with your tassel with the gurgling water.

"The Virtues Sent to the Xin'an River"

Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Meng Yunqing

Deep pools and shoals, thousands of turns out of Xin'an.

People are far away, birds and fish are quiet, mountains are empty, water and trees are cold.

Howling green apple powder, chanting and staring at the white clouds.

Why should you wear a Confucian crown when you will be rewarded immediately?

"Sent to the Envoy of the King of Zhengzhou from the Shendu Hall of the Anjiang River in Suxin"

Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhu Changwen

Frost is flying in the middle of October, shaking down the mountains null.

The cold trees are closed in the lonely pavilion, and the night wind blows from the river.

I am busy writing poems, and Shen Yue is in Guandong.

"A Journey to the Xin'an River"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Bayuan

From the source of the Yangtze River to the south of Yongyong, the wild crossing is temporarily suspended.

The ancient garrison hangs fish nets, and the empty forest reveals bird's nests.

The snow is clear on the mountain ridge, and the sand is shallow and marked by waves.

Those who laugh at themselves without a matchmaker will laugh at others.

"The Last Wave of Cheng Nan Zhongyun in Xin'an River"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yang Gongyuan

The stone fence slants to protect the rugged road, and the village wine frequently pours into Lei's chest. .

It’s good that Huangshan Mountain is a sight to look at, and the white clouds separate two or three peaks.

"Remuneration to Secretary Sun Guan in a Boat on the Xin'an River"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Boyu

After ten years of recalling the country outside the Great Wall, today I can see it from a boat.

The wild flowers on the bank are as red as clusters, and sandbirds are flying in groups to avoid people.

Letting go of one’s feelings has been a reward since ancient times, but it is the most difficult thing to write poems now.

Jun Jie chants loudly for me to drink. How many people can enjoy this pure pleasure?

4. Poems about the Erhai Lake

1. "Send Away" by Xiong Mei in the Qing Dynasty

The floating clouds can be seen outside Cangshan Mountain, and the soul of the falling moon disappears by the Erhai Lake.

Vernacular translation: The clouds in the sky are blocked outside Cangshan Mountain, and the brilliance of the moonlight dissipates on the shore of Erhai Lake.

2. "Huai Feng Kaizhi" Tu Long in the Ming Dynasty

There was no news after Dian Cang said goodbye, and his dream was still traveling to the west of Erhai Lake.

Vernacular translation: After saying goodbye to Cangshan, there was no more news, and I could only revisit Erhai Lake in my dreams.

3. "The River is Red, Dali" by Zhu Fan in Modern Times

The Erhai Lake is vast, and where you gaze, the water and sky are vast.

Vernacular translation: The Erhai Lake is vast and boundless, and the eyes are staring at the wide water surface and the vast sky in the distance.

4. "Snow Screen Song Presented to Zhao Kaogong" by Luo Hongxian of the Ming Dynasty

Scattered into the West Erhai Lake, reflecting the jade hibiscus.

Vernacular translation: The divided water flows into the Erhai Lake to the west, reflecting the beautiful hibiscus flowers.

5. "Song of the Mountain Country Painted by Zhang Situ" by Gu Lin of the Ming Dynasty

The water flows straight down into the deep Erhai Sea, and the land faces each other.

Vernacular translation: The eighteen streams of Cangshan Mountain flow down to the deep Erhai Lake. The terrain and peaks of Cangshan Mountain and Dali are towering and opposite.

5. Poems about Wangchuan, if they are ancient poems or romantic ones

Naihe is the road on the bridge, right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, beside the Wangxiang Terrace Hui Meng Po. The flowers on the other side are thousands of green, the maples are slanting, and the melancholy of the river slowly passes by with green eyes.

On the banks of the Santu River, Ling Cangbo is full of beads like smoke, but without leaves, they attract the soul. The wandering soul lingers, the horizon moves away, the fire shines hard to sleep, and the good dreams follow the underworld.

Lingering in the dim light, looking at the moon and murmuring, my thoughts are swallowed up. The Naihe Bridge forgets the two - cross the Naihe Bridge in three steps, and you will know whether you are good or evil; walk through the gold and silver road in one breath, and I will give you good fortune and wealth; Bronze snakes and iron dogs compete for food, and they will fall into the river forever with no way out. The Three Life Stones hope for the next life - past life, this life! Let go of the past life and forget this life.

Wangxiangtai Siyixiang - also known as "Homesickness Ridge". One day without food from the human world, two days to cross the yin and yang world; three days to reach Wangxiang Terrace, see relatives crying and mourning.

Forgetting the river is too long - the blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen. There are no old or young people on the road to Huangquan, so why bother worrying about it. Looking forward to Sansheng, the rock will emerge and turn into a hero's grave, and the love will be indestructible.

The second generation rock is broken, the bridge of marriage is crossed, and the mandarin ducks fly in pairs. After three lifetimes of burning jade, I vowed to keep the golden and jade alliance, which will be with me forever in life and death.

On the other side of the river, flowers are paved with fire, illuminating the road. The Naihe Bridge has already appeared on the Sichuan River. The green water on the bridge is green and the yellow spring is falling. Both places are nowhere to be seen. In the Forgotten River, I forget the water, and I look at people on the bank of the Forgotten River. There is a huge rock in the Forget River, and pampas grass grows on the side of the rock. I look at the river day and night, but you are so far away that there is no sound. I still remember that new reeds grow in the new spring. My heart is so happy to be close to the rock. The rock is strong and the pampas grass is tough, and we have been together for thousands of years. The gentle breeze is swaying, and the mighty water is unmoving. But we all understand the connection. Remember every good scene. The water flow becomes shallower every day. , the Forgotten River is filled with silt. The river mud wants to invade day and night, and huge rocks are buried when the summer rain comes. The pampas grass is frequently attentive, but there are no rocks, only mud. The wind blows and rains till the night, frogs croak, and the heart of Gillian is swayed. The autumn wind gradually rises. Wei is getting older, and all the glory of this life will be given to you. If I am not responsible for you, you will be responsible for me, and my heart is withered like ashes. This heart is thrown into the river of forgetfulness. From now on, don’t ask again. The heart of spring is dusty, and the tears are like rain. Falling into the water. From then on, the river water was as clear as tears, and she went all the way east and never came back. When Gillian left, Liu Lang arrived, describing her as haggard and covered in dust. But she saw the clear water flowing day and night, and saw no people beside the Forgotten River. The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. Split, howling loudly and bursting with tears. I clung to the forgetful river without words, and the turbid tears followed the water. I still remember that when I left, the new reed was tough, and when I returned, the old reed left an empty stone. But I know that the stone bears the burden of the pampas grass, but I don’t know that the reed root penetrates the stone. Heart. The root of the reed penetrated into the heart of the stone plate, and the reed removed the remaining cracks in the boulder. The wind tore through the rain, the torrential water surged, and the sun and the moon forced it to boil outside and inside, and it collapsed and cracked, turning into river mud. From then on, the river flow made strange sounds, like a soft chant. The whistle is as light as a whimper and is low. When the whimpering stops, the whistle starts. The listener's color changes and he becomes thoughtful, so a short song is written to record this sound: I advise you to drink the water of Wangchuan River. You only see the clear and turbid water and don't ask. I advise you not to drink it. The water of Wangchuan River is full of tears when you first touch it. The sun and moon phases change for each other secretly. People on the river leave hold their hands to watch. Liu Lang is gone and I will wait for you. I hope you will return on the Wangchuan River. The poor bones by the Wuding River are still there. The person in the spring boudoir dream.

Naihe Bridge, the road is far away, you can walk three miles at a leisurely pace; Forgotten River, thousands of years old, there is no way to recognize a person’s face. Amidst the lights and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.

In the dream, silk and bamboo sing softly, the building is outside the building, the mountain is outside the mountain, the people outside the building and the mountain have not returned to the people, the wild goose looks back, I have passed the Wangchuan early, the person playing the piano is full of tears, and the flowers are full of fluttering flowers. The shoulders are full of shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadow of the window is broken, and the sound of oars in the smoke waves is nowhere to be found in the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at Sansheng from the Sansheng Stone, the flowing water flows across the river and the moon rises every year.

I was once a guest of immortals from the Heavenly Family, but I just followed the river without leaving any trace. Farewell to the spring moon, there are countless mountains, and there is water in the spring river.

The spring rivers and mountains and rivers cannot comfort me, the spring moon is boundless and graceful in the sky. I look at the mountains in the distance, and the mountains in the distance seem to look at me dimly.

After chasing the light several times, the sorrow of spring is gone, and the love of love is attracted in a moment. The flowing fire of the golden crow has no name, but the soul is so light with sweat.

When the autumn wind comes, the leaves fall, and the autumn wind blows away the leaves. There is no way that the red leaves make me miss lovesickness so much that it’s hard to describe the countless lovesicknesses.

The flying snow seems to be waiting for you, and the falling red leaves are no one to pick them up. Cangshan is pitiful, the white clouds are deep, and the emotions are silent and heartless.

It is not easy to die and live again, especially if the spring breeze is another night. There are three fates on the stone of three lives, but the truth is that we don’t see each other again every year? The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, weeping alone in the dark world, and the flowers are beautiful and people will not return them.

Who can bear to leave this world and read it again? Huang Quan had tears in his eyes all the way. The leaves have fallen and the flowers are blooming. They are reincarnated from generation to generation. The flowers and leaves are empty and full of sadness.

Don’t lament that the soul of the world is dim, how can we know that life and death are so far away from each other! Qi Jue, Flowers on the Other Side, are living side by side without seeing each other, reincarnated in blood and annihilation from generation to generation. Only the flowers are blooming but the leaves are hard to see.

Huangquan leads two people all the way. Others: The Buddha said Sanskrit paramita, this cloud reaches the other shore, its meaning is separated from birth and death, and the realm of birth and death is called the transcendence of this shore. The realm of life and death is called the other shore. It is the other shore of nirvana. The Buddha said that the other shore has no life, no death, no sorrow, no desire, no seeking. It is a world of happiness that forgets all suffering. There is a kind of flower that goes beyond the three realms and is not among the five elements. It is born on the other shore of weak water. The Buddha said that it is the flower on the other shore. When the flower on the other shore blossoms, it is just a ball of fiery red. The flower blooms without leaves, and the leaves grow without flowers. We miss each other but cannot see each other, and we walk alone on the other shore.

6. What are the poems about the wonderful pines in Huangshan Mountain?

Looking at the peaks of Huangshan Mountain, Shi Daoyun, Tang Dynasty, the peaks and peaks are covered with clusters of hibiscus, and I think that Songyang is not as beautiful as it is.

Although it is said that there are thirty-six steep ones, there are more than a thousand differences. Alchemy stoves are left everywhere in the floating hills, and jade books are hidden layer by layer by the Yellow Emperor.

When you finally reach the top, you will follow the Luanhe and the Five Clouds Cart. Traveling to Huangshan on official business, Song Dynasty by Wu An. Suddenly the clouds and smoke disappeared, and the peaks and mountains followed the water into the blue sky.

The medicine cauldrons in the ground are boiling, and the asparagus trees in the mountains are fishy. Half of the wall is filled with crimson clouds and deep caves, while a river of cold hail and ancient spirits shines through.

There is no news after Ni Jing left, but there are still immortals and people to listen to. Inscription on a trip to Huangshan by Zhang Guanqing of the Song Dynasty. The road is clear and the stream is clear, and I have to draw a picture, and the chaotic clouds are deep in the sky.

When the fog opens, the tigers and leopards emerge, and the pine trees hide the dragons and snakes in their strange shapes. The flames are blowing out to see the fire of the sand slaves, and the Lingxu Jingshe is blocking the Lingwu.

I am here to visit Rong as a couple and ask if there is any Danqiu fruit. Traveling to Huangshan Mountain by Zhu Yan of the Song Dynasty Thirty-six peaks reach into the sky, and the jade sky of Yaotai houses gods.

If Songyang merges with Huangshan, it still lacks a spring of Lingsha. Traveling to Huangshan Mountain, Song Dynasty, Jiao Bingyan showed off the clouds and probed with a stick, the peaks high and low protected Qinglan.

The elixir becomes the scent of rabbit soul and the pestle grows, and the shadow of Long Jin and the moon in the pond are seen. The cave is warm and there are flowers in Qiqi, and the clouds are deep and speechless, and they live in Sansan.

The porridge fish knocks on the mountain and forest code, and goes to the nunnery next to the floating hill. Tangquan, Song Dynasty, Jiao Jingshan, Tingtang spiritual water nourishes spiritual pearls, Lai Dingbo generates jade pot.

How many guests have washed away the dust and fatigue, but I don’t know how to understand and wash away the heart. Sending Minister Wen back to his former residence at Baie Peak in Huangshan. Li Bai, Tang Dynasty Huangshan is four thousand feet tall and has thirty-two lotus peaks.

The red cliff is sandwiched between stone pillars and golden hibiscus. Yixi rises to the top and looks down at the Tianmu Pine.

The place where the immortal made jade, leaving traces of its emergence. I also heard that Wen Boxue met each other alone in the past.

The five mountains are described in a beautiful way, and there are thousands of mountains to climb. Returning to Baieling, I was thirsty and drank from the Dansha Well.

When the wind blows me, the clouds and carriages will be in order. Go to the east of Lingyang and walk among the fragrant osmanthus trees.

Returning to the stream at sixteen degrees, the blue peaks are clear and the sky is clear. We will visit each other one day and ride on a bridge to watch the rainbow.

Shibed Peak Wang Zhen of the Yuan Dynasty often made appointments with eminent monks to visit the top. The old trees at the top of the peak hang in the setting sun. Where did the immortal come back late? The wind-fallen pines and flowers covered the stone bed.

Inscribed on Huangshan Mountain, Ming Dynasty, Fang Mian's stick Li got into the clouds and saw that there were deep bamboos in the middle and orchids below. Hundreds of flying springs ring with jade pendants, and Qianxun stone pillars frame Qiongluan.

The shadows of the trees across the forest attract bluebirds, and the sound of the flute from the cave sends out colorful luan. He has a high status and is rarely seen by people, so he can enjoy the scenery and play the piano.

Traveling to Huangshan Mountain with friends, Tang Binyin, Ming Dynasty. I walked through the mountains in the rain and never admired them. There were no temples and no monks on my shoulders. A wide white wave surrounds the body of a thousand leaves, and a vine reaches steeply into the blue sky.

The dragon roars in the medicine furnace to pound the pestle, and the ape mixes the tea cauldron to boil the solitary lamp. I stretched out my feet to measure the peak moraine with you, walking on the clouds and light without remembering the layers.

Cuiweifeng Song Dynasty Anonymous There is no way to know the universe in the cave. Every now and then I hear the whistling crane returning with the clouds. Several times, I stood up in the wind at the entrance of the cave, hoping to carry the flying immortals into the Cuiwei.

Huangshan Song Qing Tang Fu The old man is seventy-seven this year, and his home is on the east side of Huangshan Mountain. The mountain is more than a hundred miles away from my home, and I often work hard in my dreams without meeting my face.

This year I will be brave enough to support you, but I will be vigilant in times of danger. Step by step, I climbed up and down, and the rocks scraped my ears and rubbed my nose.

Born to be old and indefatigable, I can see the loose stone climbing to the top. There is no point in falling down cliffs and ravines, even if you die on the mountain, you will gain the meaning.

A Journey to the Huangshan Mountains, Qing Dynasty by Shi Hongren. Sitting on the layer of ragged moss clothes, I dreamed of thirty-six hibiscus. The ink that pours down is so deep that it is worth holding the gift, and it is difficult to name a certain peak in a trance.

Wenshu Monastery, the top of Huangshan Mountain, Wei Yuan, Qing Dynasty. The peaks, rocks, and pines are even more amazing, and the clouds and water are flying over the mountains. Huashan suddenly stood towards the south of the Yangtze River, and ten thousand flowers bloomed ten feet around.

Miscellaneous Poems on Huangshan Mountains by Sun Tiao, Qing Dynasty The depictions of famous mountains are always fragmented, and the myriad features and appearances are only known at the beginning. It's difficult to see at a high level, but you'll end up being thin. There are many dangers and unexpected things, so it becomes a surprise.

The clouds are constantly changing, and the pine branches are always strange. If it is a verdant place in a thatched hermitage, why should we give up on peace if we really cultivate?

Huang Hai Zaixing, Qing Dynasty, Yu Hong. How could you not care about the changing clouds? Just watch the clouds fly and pour your own wine. The double walls are like gates and clouds are barriers, and the peaks rise from the ground and become forests of bamboo shoots.

It's rare for Zhongzi to meet someone who recognizes me. I admire my close friends in the mountains and rivers.

Message to Furong Peak Liuliu, my lovesickness is among the white clouds.

Remarks on Mount Huangshan (Part 3) Ming Dynasty Huang Daozhou is also the peak of my family, and it is a sacred thing. The top bun is in the heart, and the index is bent one by one. Baizhangtan, Ming Dynasty, Fang Dazhi, the east wind collects the evening rain, and the mountains are misty and sunny.

The Milky Way falls in the sky, and Bai Lian flies by the pond. There are no singing birds in the deep forest, and there are few firewood collectors in the dangerous hills.

Having taken the warning, the head of the post shakes up his clothes. Cinnabar Temple, Ming Dynasty, Jiang Tianyi, there are thousands of winding stones, but no one has ever dug through them.

It is originally beyond form and has no false karma. There is a slight rain in the green pine trees, and the mist opens up to the sky outside.

Rao Jingjie, what is the matter, asked Qi Chan. The ancient temple is still golden and green, and the universe is waiting for the ashes.

The opportunity to rest lies in enlightenment, and there is no matchmaker on the other side. The Brahma apes often come down, and the sutra-carrying birds come naturally.

When he returned to his first year of service, he settled in a hut and went to Dantai. Traveling to Huangshan and Staying in the Lion Forest. Cui Guoyin of the Qing Dynasty visited this place thirty years ago, and the thatched couch in the Zen room was temporarily flooded.

The wet clouds invade Xiu, clear and suspicious rain, and the deep valley hides the wind. Summer is already autumn. Cherishing the past has become a trace of the past, and wearing wax clogs again brings new eyes.

The mountain spirit should recognize me when he sees me. Doesn’t the green and thin description look like the old one? The Hundred-step Cloud Ladder, Ming Dynasty, Tang Shijing. There is a line of sky that is too high to rise, but there is a ladder deep in the clouds. The ape is so frightened that it is difficult to climb up the mountain tree, and the bird is so frightened that it flies away from the wild vines.

Travelers carry their cloaks, and the mountain monks are always shaking in their clogs. The lower steps are fortunately protected by Qisong, and they can independently cover the uppermost level.

Mingxianquan is clear and the sound can be released. The zither hangs on the stone. The zither is drunk and cold. Who plays it at three o'clock at five o'clock? The voiceless voice sheds tears of lovesickness, but the moon shines and the wind blows without drying up. Entering the Medicine Valley in the late Qing Dynasty by Wu Wenqing Qingluan Peak was too late to step down. I was tired from visiting the secluded place.

Crossing the Banqiao in the gully, I was astonished and looked at the hut across the forest with hesitation. The old path of Taoyuan is surrounded by Jin, and the solitary tower of Medicine Valley can be seen by the stone.

Only the remnant monk is relatively late, and few people know about the clear roar of the cold pond. Geng Yunfeng, Qing Dynasty, Wang Shuqi Who drives the yellow calves to chase the clouds, and the hibiscus is about to be planted.

The spring breeze of cuckoo cannot blow, so the mountain music is called to urge the plowing. The rain does not stop and the wall is inscribed. Qing Qian Qianyi relies on the tip of his shoe and the head of his staff to float and rotten bones.

God will unleash all the wind and rain, and he will not stop until the sky reaches the sky! Be Careful on the Slope Qing Yu Hong The fish's back is rugged and helpless, so be careful and go up the high slope slowly. Yu'er mountain road leisure insurance, world road insurance more information.

Wenshu Monastery, Qing Dynasty, Huang Qiming. There are solitary thatches in the chaotic clouds, and the clouds are used as food for fasting and the stones are used as nests. The old man had no time to spare, so he sounded the chime several times and dropped the pine branches.

Climbing to the top of Guangming Peak, Qing Dynasty by Hu Yugao. You don’t need to carry vines when you climb up. The top is extremely bright and full of colors. The clouds pass over the Kuanglu and fly over the purple cover, and the lantern drags the heavenly eye to sweep across Qing'e.

Suddenly the two seas split into an isolated island, with thousands of tiny peaks scattered randomly. There is a vast path to immortality in the lower world. Where in the universe is my nest? Yuping Peak Wang Shihong, Qing Dynasty The jade screen stands high in the sky, and the bird path passes through the pine gate.

Wherever I went yesterday, there were no shoes on the peaks. Yun Sheng is willing to be here, how can you respect me if you come out of the mountains?

As far as the eye can see, there is no end, just a trace of blue in the sky. Qianhai View Lotus Peak Qing Shitao The sea breeze blows white water, and green lotuses surge from hundreds of miles away.

Standing on a wall without knowing the top, Cui Wei’s power reaches the sky. The cloud peaks fall to the ground, and the islands are connected by broad trees.

After sitting for a long time and forgetting to go back, the purple smoke is on my pink clothes. Yunwai Peak, Qing Dynasty, Cheng Zhibo, misty and bizarre, standing in the blue sky, with doubtful clouds outside and within the clouds.

After the rhododendrons bloom towards the spring light, thousands of trees are burning red all over the peak. Crucian Carp Back, Qing Dynasty, Xu Quanzhi had no intention of swallowing the boat and returning.