An ancient poem describing the weather on the mountain

Lipper

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.

Twenty-one Qinzhou miscellaneous poems

Du Fu

Vast, between the ancient city valleys.

There was no storm in the traffic jam, and jathyapple was not at the customs.

Wang yue

Du Fu

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple

Bai Juyi

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.