Poetry describing the journey

All the way is picturesque and poetic;

Swimming across the vast sea and sky in the north and south, leaving behind the villagers, is temporary!

(the second song)

I traveled all over Qian Shan thinking about the past, but I didn't forget that I didn't wander.

After drinking a large glass, I went back to my old way.

(The third song)

Add a glass when you buy wine, and everything will be different.

Mo Dushantou Temple clock is old, calling Weng back day and night.

(the fourth song)

The man with the book thought it was dawn, and the guest turned to smell the message.

Suspected to be garbage from Beijing, the beauty asked her name online.

(the fifth song)

The fairyland is 400 bends, and the autumn pool is surrounded by mountains.

Women who go to the countryside in Shanghai, who are still here today, should go against the journey and wait for the old one to come back.

(the sixth song)

The cold deceives my poor road, and the west wind brings snow and cries day and night.

Drunk and looking for wine with a bag, I wonder if the old cellar is still there?

(the seventh song)

Jiujiang is moored in the wind and waves, and the sidewalk is ancient firewood mulberry.

A faint song floated up, and I didn't know how to treat Bai Lang.

(the eighth song)

The three beautiful women smiled at each other and stayed together for a long time.

At the junction of the clouds and the depths, the intellectual man fit began to climb the Jade Pagoda.

(ninth place)

Strange animals, birds, stone and wood, Qingfeng white waterfall, beautiful smoke and clouds.

The difference between Lushan Mountain and other mountains is not the scenery, but the people.

(the tenth song)

Kneel, undress and lie down to read. Poetry is just the wind.

The beautiful women in the next bed smiled and asked each other, and had better be a good squid when they are free.