The breeze blows in the blue sea, and the dragon scales grow thinly. I ride a crane half drunk to pay homage to Lord Qinghua.
When the gentle breeze comes, I will not sing to myself. The dark green law rises, and the white apple grows in the distance.
The breeze harmonizes with the grass, and the large leaves are long and round. The clear dewdrops are perfectly combined, and the sunset flowers are reflected deeply.
The wind rises in the silence of the dawn, and slowly disperses in the fields. The dew drops are shaking, and the forest leaves are curling silently.
The rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze blows on the green strips. There is no sound when entering the pine tree, and the shadow of the passing willow tree shakes in the air.
I climbed up to the Shaocheng Gate and looked around at the world. A strong wind rises from the north, roaring and shaking the dangerous battlements.
The cool breeze comes, and I am thinking leisurely. Go into the forest and turn over the leaves, and go around the trees to defeat the red orchids.
The Three Gorges water is gurgling, vast and vast. Not like on the new pond, the breeze ripples.
The ancient foundation is not covered with dry clams, and the monument is covered with moss. The gentle breeze rises in the evening, just like when you hear howling while sitting.
The silk and bamboo are moving in the flood, and the water and land are used for roasting. The light rain quiets the tower, and the gentle breeze stirs the orchids and musk deer.
When the gentle breeze comes, the green grass grows. Xu blows away and flutters into the green, half-shaded and floating.
The clouds are flying in Qiongyao Garden, and the turtles are resting among the orchid trees. The jade basket cannot be opened, but there is a slight breeze through the skylight.
The streets are filled with poplar flowers, and there is a sudden strong wind in front of the market. Suddenly the orchid leaves are shaken down, and the bamboo bushes are gathered in the air.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, the largest ones are more than a foot wide, and the breeze blows among them, rustling and rustling the cold blue sky.
Why is the scorching wind coming? It seems like the mountain is about to fall. There are wolves and clouds under the trees, and the grass is scattered on the house.
Last night the wind was so strong that the trees at the head of the river were broken. The darkness is boundless, where are the pedestrians?
Peep the dark bamboo near the pond, and see the bright sand when leaving the island. It's even more worth it when the breeze blows up and rides on the sound of flowing silk pipes.
The setting sun illuminates the beach, and kites fly in the breeze. Quietly under the forest stone, sit and read the article on health preservation.
The hunting tree is far away in the breeze, and its strings are chirping. The raindrops are shining brightly on the forest tips, and the pine paths are desolate at night.
The wind and rain come from the north, and all the trees are roaring. It has not stopped at night, and the sound is disturbing the autumn river waves.
The beautiful sun reminds us of late scenery, and the fan makes early spring. Warm floating Danfeng Que, Shao Mei Heilongjin.