The maple forest is red and the evening smoke is blue. ——"Youth Travel"
The maples fall on the river and wild water in autumn. ——"Partridge Sky·Autumn Maple Falls on the River and Wild Water"
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost. ——"Traveling in the Mountains"
The lonely boat faces the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart. ——"Listen to the tune of flowing water"
The dusk sky is falling, and the green maple leaves are sparsely frosted. ——"Yu Gan Hostel"
1. Youth Travel Jiang Jie
The maple forest is red and the smoke is green in the evening. Guests are full of Ou Ting. In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.
The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age. Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.
2. Partridge Sky · Maple falls on the river and wild water in autumn Su Xiang
Maple falls on the river and wild water in autumn. Light smoke and decaying grass connect to the suburban hills. I sleep drunkenly in the Huangmao shop in Xiaowu, and dream against the red leaf tower in Gaocheng. ?
The sky is clear and the road is long. Play the zither, sing and play the fan. The willows in Baqiao are hated every year, and the hibiscus leaves in Yuanpu are sad.
3. Mountain Walk Du Mu
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds.
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
4. Listen to the tune of flowing water by Wang Changling
The lonely boat faces the maple forest under the faint moon, sharing the sound of the zither and the guest's heart.
The mountains are covered with thousands of raindrops, the strings are broken and the tears are deep.
5. Yugan Hostel Liu Changqing
The dusk sky is falling, and the green maple leaves are sparsely frosted.
The lonely city is closed to the water, and the lonely bird flies with people on its back.
On the first day of the first month of the ferry, the neighbor’s fisherman has not returned.
The heart of the country is so desperate, where can I put on the cold clothes?