You can see the butterfly deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies fly in the water.

The flying fireflies illuminate themselves in the dark, and the water-dwelling birds call each other.

Don’t lean on the high branches even though they are noisy, but also look back at the praying mantises.

On the hairsprings curling in front of the eaves, there are spiders coming and going skillfully.

The fine silk threads thousands of feet hold back the time, and the hundred tongues are silent and the swallows are busy.

The dragon roars in the marsh, and the tiger roars in the hills.

The goose holds one foot and leans on it, while the ape flies with two arms.

Though the sand is clean when the horse's hooves tread on it, the oxen leading the cart will bleed.

The arrogant horse runs in the air and flies in the air while the rabbit and goshawk are skimming the ground.

The featherless luan and the phoenix are not as good as the chicken, the tiger is bullied by the rabbit before leaving the rock, the dragon lives in the shallow water and plays with the shrimps.

A white-headed old man rides a donkey to drink water. Hooves on the shore, mouth to mouth in the water.

The horse is really tired because it knows the road, and the cicada still makes a sound when it swallows it.

Ten thousand valleys have towering trees, and thousands of mountains ring with cuckoos.

Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.

The fragrant rice pecks at the remaining parrot grains, and the green parasol perches on the old phoenix branches.

The swallows in the hall come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other.

The young swallows flying in the spring water are born, and the wasps return with their small tails fluttering at the flowers.

No one looked at the light rain all day long, and the mandarin ducks bathed in red clothes facing each other.

He stands tall on the lace jade, and the orioles sing on the strings of the trees.

The spring clouds blow away the rain on the curtains of Hunan, and the sticky butterflies fly back

Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long veins hanging down

The small characters of Yuanyang are still remembered My hands are rusty

It's late at night and I'm still awake, people are still and mice are peering into the lamp

Outside the green curtain, the shadow of the sycamore tree is reflected, and the jade tiger is holding the golden well

Guihong Old Testament before the frost Come, you can send fragrant notes

The new green is dense, the red is sparse, the orioles are crowing in the remaining days

If the cold leaks are not enough, the cold leaks also urge each other, simply exhausted, the wild chicken sings

Paying for teaching, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles

The other words are so clear, I wake up early from midnight dreams

A duck's head in spring water, a duck's mouth in spring mountains, The tobacco is weak and leaning in the wind

The broken ribbon still leaves a begging sentence, and the spotted hair is nowhere to be found

Laughing and rolling up the fish roe in a light shirt, trying to flutter at the flowing firefly, startling the two-dwelling butterfly

How many fragrant notes have made an appointment, Qingluan is gone, who can persuade me to have a drink

Qingling butterfly dream, do you pity the phoenix hanging upside down

When will the green bird cut the brocade characters? Jade bugs cut spring streamers all night long

I heard partridges crow again, short and long pavilions

There are traces of traffic, dust and horses, and the place where Xianjun built is really secluded

People don’t know, just laugh and cook, the perch is taking advantage of the water shield blue

Seeing the chickens and dogs climbing up the ladder to heaven, Huang Jiu invites Qin Qi to plow the mud

Dust dreams, bananas Hitting the deer, turning over the hand, watching the chess game

I heard that I sighed, there are only parrots in the west corridor

Gu Hong said, three lives are promised, but Liang Hong and his wife are with me

The fluttering horse is the only substitute for the horse, and the laughing man is silent with the petunias

The guest who leans on the horse touches the monument, and the cockfighting man flicks the headlight of the Buddha

The birch house, fish clothes and willows make up the city, and the scales of the dragon stir in the waves. Wake up, fly to the east of the sea

Hungry chickens gather in the ancient garrison, and wild pheasants fly in the deserted city

Can you catch six fish? The pole brushes the coral

Returning to dream across the Lang River, and is shattered by the sound of the river