Lin Huiyin's Biography of 50 Classics
I came to the foot of Yuelu Mountain and looked at the lofty mountain peak, and my heart couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence. Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin Lin Huiyin was a famous architect and designer in China in the 20th century. Together with Liang Sicheng, she devoted herself to the protection and reconstruction of ancient Chinese buildings and became one of the founders of the protection of ancient Chinese buildings. 3. A gentle breeze blows over the hills, and there are homes where white clouds grow. Stop and sit in love with the maple forest. The evening frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February. The mountain is not high, there are immortals; the water is not deep, there are dragons. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the fifth day, the street was wet with light rain, like the crisp grass color. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. Six days high, the clouds are thin, looking at the wild geese flying south. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you're not a real man. You'll have to go twenty thousand miles. 7 Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more than ever during the festive season. I know from a distance that my brothers are short of one person by planting dogwood everywhere. Do you know that the flowers are full of fragrance? Fragrance filled the whole building, do you know? The mountain is heavy and the water is heavy. There is no way out. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright. Another village. 10 ambition hungry meal Hu Krupp meat laughing talk thirsty drink Xiongnu blood. To clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning. On the 11th day, the light rain on the street was as moist as the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there is a fairy name; The water is not deep, there is a dragon spirit. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. How much sorrow can you have? Like a river flowing eastward in spring. I was born to be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. On the 15th day, the street was drizzling like the crisp grass, but it was not near. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. 16 mountains and heavy water, there is no way out, there is another village. 17 days high, the clouds are thin, looking at the wild geese flying south. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you're not a real man. You'll have to go twenty thousand miles. 18 Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more every festival. I know from a distance that my brothers are short of one person by planting dogwood everywhere. On the 19th day, the light rain on the street was as moist as the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the 21st day, the light rain on the street was as moist as the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The twenty-two days are high, the clouds are light, and the wild geese flying south are broken. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you're not a real man. You'll have to go twenty thousand miles. 23 Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more every festival. I know from a distance that my brothers are short of one person by planting dogwood everywhere. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, it is famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons, it is spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the 25th day, the street was wet with light rain, like the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. The twenty-seven days high, the clouds are light, and the wild geese fly south. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you're not a real man. You'll have to go twenty thousand miles. 28 Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more every festival. I know from a distance that my brothers are short of one person by planting dogwood everywhere. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, it is famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons, it is spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. 30 days of light rain on the street, moist like crisp grass, looking from afar but not close. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there is a fairy to be famous; The water is not deep, there is a dragon to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the 32nd day, the street was drizzling like grass, but it was not near. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, it is famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons, it is spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the 34th day, the street was drizzling like grass, but it was not near. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. The 36th day of the street is drizzling like the crisp grass, but there is nothing near. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, it is famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons, it is spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. On the 38th day, the light rain on the street was as moist as the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there is a fairy to be famous; The water is not deep, there is a dragon to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. 40 days of light rain on the street, moist like crisp grass, looking from afar but not close. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. 42 days street light rain moist like crisp grass color, looking from afar but not close. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. The light rain on the 44th Heaven Street was as moist as the crisp grass. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. The light rain on the 46th Heaven Street is as moist as the crisp grass color. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. The light rain on the 48th Heaven Street was as moist as the crisp grass color. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to be famous; The water is not deep, there are dragons to be spiritual. This is a shabby house, but my virtue is fragrant. Moss marks on the steps green grass color into the curtain green. 50 days of light rain on the street, moist like crisp grass, looking from afar but not close. Most of all, a clump of verdant trees moved the feelings of separation, and tried to look at the empty city.