The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
After the rain, the new clear sky is particularly open, and the vision is open without any fog and dust. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary. The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
Its huge height is close to the city of heaven, from the mountain to the corner of the sea. Cloud, when I looked back, it was behind me. I was too young to see anything. The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
The state of mountain light makes spring glow, not for lightness.
Even if it doesn't rain on a sunny and cloudy day, it's too deep in clothes.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Welcome guests with a light song, and come up to the leisurely lake.
When the porch spilled the bottle, the hibiscus opened on all sides.