Full of smoke and waves,
Show off twists and turns, have it both ways.
Who says falling in love is bitter?
Hold back the pain,
Throw it in a cold place.
Beauty in the frost.
Clouds are flying between the eyebrows,
It's easy to talk if you want to stir up feelings.
I want to paint ink for a few years.
Long drive cloud dream,
Sincerely.
Then tie Chunshan.
Reflections on the Red Autumn of the Manjiang River
How much red,
Trying to embellish it,
Autumn is full of joy.
Faint all over,
Smoke willow,
Cicada cried like tears.
A few times, Qin Xiao worried about the bottom,
The moon is pitiful and light blue.
Look at those geese,
With the tendency of Haoyu,
Return to joy.
Express one's ambition,
Pick the best;
You Xinchu,
Look over.
Picturesque,
You can trust it.
The splash-ink book notes are romantic,
Shan Ye followed the lead.
Step on the long wave,
Rowing down the river,
Tongyunyi
unify
A bay of water reflects the sunset,
My hometown is on the other side of the building.
Bibi lies in a soft red field.
Good Yinger Jiao Yan dazzles Huatang.
The flute invites dusk to return to peace,
The wind blew smoke into the sky.
Historically, clouds used to be beautiful,
I'm haunted by old dreams.