A new song with a glass of wine, the same pavilion as last year’s weather, when will the sunset return?
I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.
The setting sun is setting in the isolated village, with light smoke and jackdaws on the old trees, and under the shadow of a flying dragon.
As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
After the rain, the green curtains of the small shop are surrounded by the sunset among the mangrove trees in the remote village.
A stream of green water is filled with spring rain, half of the bank is clear of mountains and half of it is sunset.
The waterfall is dragging down the rain, but the setting sun is clearing up.
It was a blushing area just before the rain, with a few soft willows and smoke. The beautiful soul disappears before the sunset.