On the banks of the river, the drizzle began to stop, and the waves in Yun Ni fascinated the mountain people. Spring is slow, two or three trees are peach blossoms, which warm the world. In the silence, mist enveloped Cecil Mountain, and heaven and earth seemed to wring out water.
Acetylene fluttered, and several people came, talking and laughing, which alarmed the egrets in the depths of Maolin. Egrets hovering in the air with wings are asking strange tourists or calling friends who haven't come home.
A gust of wind occupies a lonely heart, and a drop of dew infiltrates an elegant and charming word.
The ferry is silent, deep in silence, the wings of light leaves hold up dew, leaving each other's hearts free to wander, and the laughter that falls to the ground is full of fragrance, as if that is all love is.
I have faded out of the rivers and lakes, traveled extensively in mountains and rivers, become a heavy smoker, and recognize a spray as my closest relative. The past persistence carved by wind and rain, like fragments of shadows, is cleared by light and shadow, and humble as waves without names.
The boat, like a leaf, flutters on the crest of the valley. As I plug in my wings, it glides across the river, near Sanhuazhou, near the ethereal shore, and near the home of life.
Maolin xiuzhu, green and dripping, climbed the stairs along the winding path to worship the past years, and the smooth slate witnessed the glory.
The ancient wood is lush and deep, sitting on a clean stone, releasing your soul, and the ensemble of birds chirping and cicadaing soothes the homesickness in your brow.
The wilderness is green, just like a poem full of green rhyme, dyed with the fragrance of Mei Yunxue, with soft and warm fragrance, infiltrating the background color of the soul, green branches, yellow and warm, pink and tender fragrance! The breeze is refreshing.
Quietly listening to the organ rain drum, just like Xiao Qiao's sleeve, a fairy scattered flowers elegant fragrance, pulp dyed grass foam.
Clouds are rolling under the blue sky, peach blossoms are falling one after another, flowers are fragrant along the river, and warm spring news is simmering. Guiyan spread her wings in the air, found her bosom friend's old love, and performed a lingering affection.
The wind warms ten miles of peach blossoms, and the feelings of colorful time, one petal of mud reaches the roots and the other petal of water feeds the fish.
I am also like a bamboo trimmer, twisting the soil into ink, ethereal and unrestrained, carefree and straight. It's raining, the mountains and rivers are open, the breeze is moist, and the moon reflects the gentle spring.
Elegant years, spread a green picture, leave a basin of comfortable bright moon and send a curtain of green dreams.
Stay away from the hustle and bustle of rivers and lakes, not to mention the vicissitudes of life.
The heart beats in the wind, quietly salvaging elegant chapters in ancient books and the beautiful image of a bright moon; Immerse yourself in the soul and slowly meet the bohemian and pious practice in the hot sun.
Pima Dai Li, a carefree world, is like Sandy's bamboo branches fishing for flowing water and copying landscapes.
The title page of memory is charming, the charm of spring is stained with ink, stretching into a bamboo posture, taking a sip of green heart is refreshing, and holding on to your dream.
Green hemp fiber tightly wraps my open soul, and modesty is my nature. Resilience keeps my mind clear and my practice is endless. A hat made of branches and leaves, a chapter that enriches my soul and nurtures my green poems.
On the river bank, the rain is playing the piano, the oblique wind is playing, and Huangzhou is drunk.
Peach blossom dance is full of fragrant warmth, covered with elegant notes of pink, rippling between waves and valleys, expressing yourself leisurely, forgetting the Jianghu and enjoying yourself!