The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space.
In order for me to come, you specially painted the windows with bright red paint.
This reminds me of the time when I was in Pingshan House, leaning against the pillow, enjoying the misty rain in the south and looking at the horizon in the distance.
Know the drunk's language: the color of the mountain there is yes and no.
The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains.
Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves.
Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter.
A little awe-inspiring, a thousand miles fast!