Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. A stream of green water is spring rain, and half the shore is clear and half the sunset. Autumn grass in the city, sunset red on the bridge of birds and magpies.
South recalls Xin 'an County, sunset in Qian Shan. There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. The empty forest net sets in the sun, and the cold birds go to the empty garden. As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. Wandering around crazily, hating short-lived scenery. Sunset is late. In autumn, the river is horizontal and closed to the sunset.
In the afterglow of sunset, several fishing boats hang down from Wei Cuifeng: homesickness, exploring the moon and night, reading clouds and relaxing. The old cow plows the debt, and the mouse lies on the top of the sunset. I had a cold meal with tears in my eyes before the flowers bloomed. Drunk, go back and ask the sunset glow. No matter how old you are, it is easy to go to the Western Wall.
Chunfeng doesn't understand the meaning of a good man. He scatters haze in front of the window every day. Changting spring waves worry about grass, and ancient flowers cross the cold moon and fall. The city is covered with green grass and autumn grass, and the bird bridge is red with sunset. Before a circle of red raindrops, several willows and smoke. Beautiful images before sunset.