The waves are like a thousand layers of snow, and the peach and plum trees are like a silent team of spring.

Li Bai was about to go on a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.

Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new.

Li Du’s article shines brightly.

There is no Li Bai on the night stand, who can sell wine to him?

Wei Qing's undefeated victory was due to God's luck, while Li Guang's lack of success was due to luck.

Not as good as peaches and plums, you still have to marry Dongfeng.