It is "I will be able to climb the top of the mountain and see all the mountains."

It is "Spring river tides connect to the sea level, and bright moons on the sea produce tides."

It is also "You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

However, most of the poems nowadays are palace-style poems, enchanting and artificial, and the lyrics are mostly rouge and scented in the Southern Dynasty, Liang and Chen, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the sounds of delicacy.

There is no trace of Tang poetry because of its charm, it is like a nightmare.

Li Yuanai has given up on Tang poetry in this era.

It’s not that the humanistic talent of writing poetry is not good, but that it is mostly the same and stingy.

However, for the first time, Li Yuanai still looked patiently:

Chang'an Avenue is narrow and slanted, with a blue cow and a white horse and a seven-scent cart.

The jade chariot crossed the main line, and the golden whip came to the Hou family.

The dragon holds the treasure bulb to carry the sun, and the phoenix spits tassels and brings the sunset.

…”

really!

Seeing this, Li Yuanai looked bored, not because this poem was not well written.

The author's skills can still be seen by using words and sentences, but the words are full of erotic and pretentious meanings.

It's really meaningless.

Li Yuanai thought boredly.

Xu Long, a talented woman in the world, also stretched her head to look at it and said, "'Why should I die if I have the eyes of the eye? I wish I could be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals. Is it so enviable for the eyes of the eye? I wish I could be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals. This sentence is so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!