A mirror of the lake is more than ten miles long, and there are hundreds of thousands of reflections on two mountains.
I don't blame myself for collecting firewood in the mountains, but there are good standards in the mountains.
A heavy mountain is a heavy mountain, so you can take a closer look at the lonely peak.
On the Ode to the Zen Master in Jia Zhou Neng Ren Mo Tang
Bamboo sound irrigation view, mountain light storage.
Sunny weather, after the new rain, mountains and rivers light day full of Qinchuan.
The mountain road is blue as a ring, and the wind and smoke valleys come and go.
The rain is dark in the north and south of the two mountains, and the four trees are green.
Looking back, you can see the blue peak and the cold.
Linxi sits on the rocks all over the valley, and often smells the silk springs in secluded places.
Buju wins Hengshan Mountain, and the five peaks look at the west.
Thousand peaks are actually beautiful, and white cranes listen to fairy tales in the middle of the night; Thousands of valleys struggle, and the wind warms the idle birds.
The towering hills are full of dust and sand. There are grotesque rocks on the mountain, and swords, spears and halberds are everywhere.
Clouds cover the cave and the mountains are dark and foggy.
Castle Peak melts into Yun Biao bit by bit, and flowing water falls into the stream bit by bit.
Layers of cascading, heavy mountains and verdant, are clearly the three peaks of Hua Yue; Abrupt and abrupt, the mountains rise across the sky, which is the number of five old people in Lushan Mountain.
Qian Shan is beautiful, and all valleys compete for wonders. Thousands of peaks are beautiful, and the mountains are towering; Thousands of valleys compete for wonders, and a noise fills the air.