1, suddenly rising waterfowl, or fish accidentally jumping into the water, will make the beautiful image of the mountain and stockade reflected in the water tremble.
2, the person who picks ling is separated by autumn smoke, and the waves are as quiet as horizontal practice. Start with the scenery, don't flow. * * * linger, draw a boat and smile at the spring breeze. Jiangshan believes in beauty, but in the end it is not my land. When is the year of return?
The naked camel is brown, the Han Xiao is light, and the stars are dry and bright. Lonely bridges and dreams, grass insects in the depths of rice fields are singing.
4. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the moongazers? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
5. The canoe is short and the West Lake is good, the green water is winding, the grass is flying, and the faint songs are everywhere. When there is no wind, the glass slides on the water, the ship moves unconsciously, and the ripples start the sand bird to fly ashore.
6, the rain is even purple, and the wind makes the sound of banana leaves. To the north of central Fujian is a rough sea. Drawing is easy, it is hard to go.
7, the horse wears a trail chrysanthemum with a yellow beginning, thinking that the horse is long and wild. Listen to the sound of thousands of valleys at night and watch some peaks silent in the sunset. The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. To my dismay, the village bridge is like my hometown!
8. Living in seclusion with few neighbors, the grass path enters the barren garden. Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks. I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
9. On this day last year, peach blossoms set each other off at this door. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
10, thanks to the silence, only the sound of the clock.
1 1, the willows covered with all leaves are covered with fluffy shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy pines and heavy snowballs. A gust of wind blew, the branches swayed gently, silver bars and snowballs rustled down, and jade-like snowflakes danced with the wind, reflecting the morning sunshine and showing colorful rainbows.
12, sunflower seeds are surrounded by several small leaves. Flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds. When the seeds of small flowers are ripe, they are scattered in Grandpa Earth's arms. After being nourished by sunshine and rain, they can grow more beautiful sunflowers in the second year.
13, the sun is shining, the shadow is on the stone, but it doesn't move; When you are far away, communication is sudden, like enjoying tourists.
14, look at the flowers before the rain, and there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door.
15, wearing this dress in a snowy forest is not the same as mixing peaches and plums. Suddenly, the breeze rose overnight and dispersed into a dry spring in Wan Li.
16, people are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
17, geese fly low and asparagus grows in the border town at dusk. Countless clocks have passed the cymbals, so you have to carry them to Anxi.
18, Jiang Caoqi, the Six Dynasties like a dream. Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
19, Northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, snow in Wan Li.
20. If one side of a mountain is regarded as a peak, the distance is different. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
2 1, Xiangyun always hurts her arm when she comes back from the rain. The sound of the river stirs the dusk, the shadows of the trees leave a residual light, and the blue boat carries all the worries.
22, folding bamboo high shock, the western Western jackdaw a whistling holly. There is nowhere to go outside the eaves. There were stars at midnight last night.
23. Cicada makes the forest quiet, and the sound palace mountain is more secluded.
24, rainy pond water level, light grinding mirror according to the eaves. Suddenly there was an east wind, and the drooping willow branches danced gracefully, and the water droplets on the willow branches swept through the middle of the lotus leaves, making a constant noise.
25, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.