Flying Flowers is a complete collection of poems containing rivers.

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

In the Xunyang River in northern Fujian, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar.

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

The bluebird is whiter.

People coming and going on the river

In spring, the river rises as high as the sea.

I only see the big river flowing into the distant horizon.

Endless rivers roll with waves hour after hour.

A lantern loomed in the boat.

The spring breeze makes the south bank green again.

Fishing in a lonely boat