The West Sea is a poor mulberry land, with weak water and black rivers.

In the legend of Zhuanxu Dayu, Jian Di bathed in Xuanqiu.

Houyi went to Kunlun to seek medicine, Zhou Mu held a grand gathering in Yaochi, and I rode a green bull. Rongdi, Wusun Mu, Yueshi and Wuhu traveled.

Qilian is green, Yanzhi is red, and the horse farm is leisurely.

The Yaoti brigade attacked and Zhangye transformed Ganzhou.

Emperor Yang’s tour was a grand event, Xuanzang’s journey to the west was famous, and silk was weaved thousands of miles away.

The lush Zuogong willow trees are in Huanting Prefecture in the Gobi Desert.

Ganzhou Song

Poet: Fu Zai Dynasty: Tang

In the moon, Chang'e does not draw her eyebrows, but only uses the clouds and mist as her clothes.

I don’t know that the dream is chasing Qingluan, but I still return with the flower branches covering my face.

"Ganzhou/Basheng Ganzhou"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Hang

Lots of love, thousands of beads running through Li, specially written for Youfang . I imagine the clouds are clear at dusk, the night is quiet, and the clear shadows are across the window. One branch and two leaves are cold, and the old autumn light is depicted in the pen. See through the clear phase of Yuan Ming, and watch the opening up of wasteland every day.

The most beautiful thing is the soft moustache and trimmed stems, which reflect the elegant and elegant style. The grass sage is more dripping, and the ink is still fragrant. Cherish it well, hide it away in volumes, and praise it as a bed between pillows and screens. Jiangnan Road, we met again later, and the same words were desolate.

Ba Sheng Ganzhou · Dusk Rain Sprinkles on the River and Sky

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Liu Yong

On Xiaoxiao and Dusk Rain Sprinkles on the River and Sky , a cleansing autumn. The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light is shining on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.

I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. You know, I am leaning against the railing, looking sad!