In the early spring, I presented the word Mao Qin Deguan on the Yuanmei banquet. | poetry, horinto, classical

The willows in Fengcheng are worthy of being climbed, but Xieyuan has not yet planned to return them to the Western Garden.
The guests sing loudly for a long time and their hair grows white, and when spring comes, the dream is full of green mountains.
When I got sick in the Ming Dynasty, I was exposed to the wind and dust, and my short brown theory passed between heaven and earth.
I heard that Lumen’s wife was here, but now the poems and poems are in Yanguan.

The mountains are steep, the rivers are flooded, and the songs are cheering, and I see the prince. The clothes are covered with long clouds, and the embroidere… Topics: poetry, horinto, classical.

The spring scenery is dull and the sun is setting, and the horizon is visible in the northwest of Pingliang. Only the green grass Wang Sun Road remains, and he… Topics: poetry, horinto, classical.

The willows in Fengcheng are worthy of being climbed, but Xieyuan has not yet planned to return them to the Western Garden. The guests sing loudly for a long t… Topics: poetry, horinto, classical.

The green maples are rustling and the rain is miserable, and the autumn colors are far away and I am fascinated by Chu. Whoever drives away the guests from the… Topics: poetry, horinto, classical.