Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, the sun sets, and the ends of the earth are heartbroken.
Wild geese fall outside in smoke, cicadas sing the sunset.
Think more about inkstones and ink, and write cold smoke and sunset.
The Baling Bridge is gurgling with water, and the figure passes by in the sunset.
Wipe the shadow of the wild mountain, frivolous crow's back
When the city is half down, Pu Yuan sinks early to promote the boat.
There are several embroiderers in the boudoir, and no one leans on the bamboo house.
Desolation is unique to Xianyang, and grass is always connected with grass.
There is no wind at dusk, and the beach towel is in the sunset.
It's okay in the evening, and the sky is on credit in autumn.
The bluebirds are flat, and the mangroves are far away from the sunset.
The water is wide and charming, and the wind clears the throat.
The tall building is not built, and the jade hook in the sky is oblique.
The color in the distance is even higher than tall trees, and the back light shines on the building.
Turning to the shadow of geese, I am more worried about bugs.
The smoke is long and separated first, but it has not been collected for a long time in summer.
Deng Hua knows it can go on, but it shines in the new house.