1) In the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, an ancient road pavilion shows a natural ink painting. The grass is lush, the stone road twists and turns, and the old trees on the roadside are towering, sprinkling a piece of coolness. A girl dressed in Hanfu, with an oil-paper umbrella, walks gracefully in this picturesque scenery, like a hibiscus out of water, graceful and tender, which makes people feel pity.
The ancient village bathed in the morning light is quiet and peaceful. On both sides of Qingshiban Road, old trees stand upright, as if telling the story of thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow. The distant mountains are shrouded in clouds, and if you have any reference, it is like being in a fairyland. At this time, there were several barks from the depths of the alley, which immediately attracted the laughter of the children in the village, and a harmonious pastoral picture came into my eyes.
(3) Walking in the rain lane of the ancient town with an oil-paper umbrella, surrounded by the old houses with white walls and tiles, occasionally the fragrance of lilacs came. Water gurgled under the stone bridge, causing ripples. Above the bridge, a woman dressed in Hanfu is quietly playing the guzheng. It's raining in Mao Mao, and in the alley not far away, the smell of wine and the soft voice of Wu Nong are intoxicating.
Jing, like snow, is burning and elegant, radiant and slightly contained, without demon loss, and the breeze is overflowing. Then the road fell, the purple was boundless, and bloom was gone. Life was subtle and natural, and the color of the night was far away. Then I felt that there were purple horses, in droves, in droves, which lasted for a hundred years.
⑤ The peaks overlap, and there is harmony between heaven and earth. Strolling on the rugged mountain road, I feel the long river of history flowing under my feet. The ancient trees in the mountains are towering and lush, and several crisp birds are introduced to the ears, making people feel like they are in a natural ink painting. In the distance, a white cloud floats leisurely across the blue sky, just like an immortal figure on earth.
6. Between the castle peak and the castle peak, the mist rises in the twilight, and the painting is poetic and full of ancient rhyme.
All landowners Jiangnan water town, small bridges flowing water. Stroll in the quaint streets and feel the ancient historical customs. Exquisite stone carvings, mottled walls, green ancient trees, every detail is telling an old story. Catkin flutters along the river, which is picturesque with the reflection in the water. On the river, several wupeng boats passed leisurely, leaving a string of gentle waves. Every place here exudes a timeless beauty, which makes people linger.
Looking at the landscape paintings on the ancient bridge, the ancient road is shaded by trees and the years are quiet. This situation appears in poetry.
Pet-name ruby bamboo brush clothes, streams gurgling, peaks and turns, the ancient pavilion is faintly visible.
Attending the green mountains and green waters, the ancient pagoda reflects the sun, the breeze blows the ancient road, and the years are quiet. Through the pavilions, there are beautiful buildings, clear mountains and clear waters, green smoke pavilions stand on the waterside pavilion, and the magnificent palace stands in the middle of the lake, with a large area, which looks like a quaint atmosphere for a long time. Surrounded by mountains, fairy fog, dotted with Psylocke, everything is thriving, and suddenly it is like a fairyland.
The ancient city wall is surrounded by mountains and waters, ancient pagodas stand tall, green grass is flourishing, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
The green willows are green and green, and the dance of small bridges and flowing water still has an ancient charm.
Late at night, ancient temples, yellow lanterns and ancient Buddhist bluestones all seem so peaceful. Walking alone in a thousand-year-old temple, listening to the bells and drums in the morning and feeling the flow of time. Red walls and green tiles seem to reveal the vicissitudes of the past. A wisp of cigarette rose slowly and floated into the sky with the wind, with endless thoughts and reverie.
The mountains and rivers are magnificent, the clouds are lingering, the trees are shaded and the spring is full.
Mountains overlap, waterfalls fall, ancient trees are towering, and mountain flowers are brilliant.