What poems describe "The weather in Kunming is sunny"?

1. I can't forget drinking tea in Guangdong. I want to ask Ye Huang Zheng of Yuzhou. Thirty-one years after returning from my motherland, I read zhanghua when the flowers fell. Complaining too much can prevent heartbroken, and you should pay attention to it after a long history. The water in Kunming, Mo Island is shallow, and watching fish is better than Fuchun River.

2. The jade dew crosses the bead net, and the golden wind is rich. Autumn scenery, Kunming, pale and hazy. Say goodbye to Yan and return to Leng Hai. Leaves swaying, flowers embroidered fresh. Measure the sky to nourish the dark spirit and scatter light smoke in the cage. Magpies rise from the forest, but there is no hydrological circle. Inorganic winding autumn latitude, such as playing a flute, is chilling. I care about how I feel as soon as possible.

3. The edge of Cangchi Lingdi City is better than the year when Kunming chiseled the Han Dynasty. The flag is hoisted on the shore to clear the way, and the boat is drums and drums. Yunfeng welcomes Chen Ge everywhere, and the water trees belong to the royal banquet. The banquet is already full of fish and algae, so Cheng En should play more sweet springs.

4. The historical platform of warehouse is open to the public. Stop Dan pot to gather people and turn over the frost and feather to ride. Go down, attack three times, and see nine. Lin Pi Guan Tao Dan, Kunming Grey Bubble. Netizens release flowers and birds return. I sing fairy songs, and the dust is chic.

5. Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan martial arts anger. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

Shangyuan is far from Yingying, and Kunming is a powerful country. Unfortunately, time flies, there is no need to be affectionate in front of the mirror.

7. Natural qualities like those of that year came from Tai Su. Don't be infected with the world of mortals at all, list the world of mortals yourself. Color overwhelms the forest, while fragrance deceives the orchid. I would like to smell Zheng Pu. Gui Ling is a thousand years old and sometimes swims in its place. You should read the social knot Lushan Mountain, turn over the Jingjie Festival, and worry about the bottom. The new leaf is a dish of flowers, so there is no need to inject wine frequently. On the edge of the liquid wave, on the Kunming pond, touch the golden rain. Teach your peers and stay for him.

8. The water of the Milky Way cleanses the world. The mountains are green with rain. Lao Tzu's black silk scarf chess village, people snore and sleep in autumn city. Who can work, who will be happy and who will have the ability. I often hate it, but Jingsheng doesn't like it. Hate again, Jingsheng Niu Xiaoer. Looking at each other in the air is a lifelong shame. I want to help Yushu in the wind, and I want to climb the golden stem. Look at Kunming, which is lined with vast expanses of sea and sky.

9. Watch the teacher turn into a butterfly. Do not fold. If you want to scratch your head, you can't twist it. Who threw the East Wall? There is no red phoenix today. Like a dream, that person is fast. ? It's old. I used to laugh at bamboo shoots, but last month they looked like pods. Then I went to Longmen and didn't recover. The cost of teaching is Joan Lin. See you later. Who will miss and rob Kunming?

10. Tired of hearing the sound of Zigui in the morning and evening, I suddenly heard an oriole singing. Familiar cries interrupted my sleep by the Xiangjiang River, showing the vitality of my hometown. The mountains are thousands of miles, the sky is sky-high, and the wheat waves are rolling. Kyoto Prefecture collects preferential taxes and donations from farmers. After the busy farming season, villagers come and go to ferment rice. In the courtyard of the deep house where the smoke is curling, the people in the village greet the people on the south side of the village from a distance. The oriole flies in the sun, crosses the pool high, and the wind looks askance at the slender wings of willow leaves. I am now in the hometown of Wanshui, Qian Shan, just like the Hakkas in Chu can't go home anymore. Why do birds from your hometown come here reminds me of my distant hometown. Stop chirping and fly back with your wings. The penicillin you love will have ripe fruit.