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In the morning rain and light dust in Weicheng, the guest houses are green and the willows are new in color. Panlou boats sail across the Fen River, and clear waves rise in the middle of the river.
In addition to the greenery of the city and the countryside, there is also a spiritual greenery that thrives on the fertile soil of everyone's soul. It does not express itself as beautiful, but rather embodies the essence of life on its own, enduring the sun, rain, and dew, and experiencing lightning, thunder, and lightning.
Daiyu buries flowers: After being rejected from the Yihong Courtyard, Daiyu wept alone at the foot of the mountain, lamenting, "The person who buries flowers today is foolish, but when he buries them in another year, he knows who it is. Her life situation and loneliness are vividly reflected in the words.
Fireworks in March, Yangzhou's flowers are like brocade, like poetry and painting. Carrying dreams and expectations, the old man boarded a boat from the Yellow Crane Tower and embarked on a journey to Yangzhou, opening a new chapter amidst the dazzling fireworks.
Who can speak of the desolation everywhere, with the west wind blowing on the old maple trees—— Nalan Xingde's' Butterfly Love Flower Breaks Out '
One generation, one pair, competing to teach two places to captivate the soul—— Nalan Rongruo's "Painting Hall Spring: One Generation, One Pair"
Enjoy the Sanxingdui cultural relics related to the ancient Shu civilization up close.
