Simple villagers met in the mountain village, wrapped in colorful shirts and sleeves. Singing folk songs and playing bamboo flute in my spare time.
White clouds are friends, and the breeze adds beauty. Play with birds and animals. Although there is no elegant rhyme, it is still poetic.
Like a dream-embedded in a name
On the banks of the Qing River in summer, Liu Yang Jingjing is sandwiched between the two banks. The wind is lazy and the water is swaying. Praise, praise and enjoy infinite poetic rhyme.
The idle clouds are winding, the breeze is swaying, a few blackbirds are whispering, and the word "singing" is not rhyme.
These two poems should be more suitable for home decoration.