Shi Zhongshan's Poems

The sky is wide and birds are singing, and the cold month is clear. Huge waves hit a hundred hurdles, and bells spread thousands of miles.

2. The next work of boating in Shi Zhongshan, Ming? Qu dajun

The lake is green and yellow, so people call it Yuanyang. The bell in the stone suddenly rises between the waves, and the autumn night is longer.

3. The next work of boating in Shi Zhongshan, Ming? Qu dajun

In the great war, Penghu cut the enemy's flag, but it was difficult for the red boat to fly white. After staying for a day, I finally listened to the command.

Shi Zhongshan

4. Shi Zhongshan Song Lijing and?

There are stone drums in Chu and stone clocks in China. The drum is not fake. The clock cost Tao Rong.

My omen is unpredictable, fertile land makes chemicals. Ande set up the ancestral temple, and at the same time the leaves were harmonious.

5. Shi Zhongshan Song Yuliang can

Poe's words are wonderful today, but the immortal ones can't be found.

Only the stone clock is still there, and the first frost hasn't cleared his throat.

6. Shi Zhongshan Shao Ming bag

Jiujiang angrily forced Li out and was hit by him alone. People always lose the world, and the sound of stones is also driven by water and wind.

Counting the rafters on the clouds, I rode on the table. Don't look for Wu anywhere, just leave the rest.

Shi Zhongshan

7. "Shi Zhongshan" Qingcheng Zhao Wen

Shi Zhongshan is different from the sky, wrinkled and dry? . Standing from top to bottom, vying to see the male figures out of the list.

Buried in the sinus, looking down at the dumpling cave, I was shocked by the rock. It's scary, full of ghosts, and it's very attractive to dress up, which benefits in many ways.

I lost my mind when I entered Zhuge Lei, and I lost my dance. The wind shook the earth's axis and opened a skylight in the distance.

I have come to see the spirit and wishes of the king. I should be relieved to hear his voice. I believe that Hu Qingyue peach blossoms, and the autumn wind rises. "

Sand, fertilizer and stones dried up without covering their toes, leaving only a small amount of water. Su Haicheng, Nanyue in Han Palace, is stupid to follow the rules.

Mangoku is planted firmly in this big place, but it will be hit by an inch. The road can't live without love, and the rope is pulling the cross.

Qian Fan is full of sunsets and burning flames. Barnyard grass books almost rummaged through hundreds of volumes, and the wine cellar was half empty.

Li Yuangu's notes are like clouds, and Meishan's writing style is unparalleled. The boat can be traced back to the cliff, and the moon flows into the empty river.