The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste, but a small window pillow sleeps deeply.
Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Magnolia grandiflora (Song Qi)
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. The clouds outside the poplar smoke are light, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Long hate less pleasure, willing to love your daughter and laugh? Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Qingping Music (Yan Shu)
Small print means business is average. The feeling that the swan goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water is hard to come out.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
A farmhouse by the Weihe River (Wang Wei)
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .