Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
The sky is red and the clouds are west, and the ground is flat at the foot of the sun.
The mist in the evening is getting deeper and deeper, and the sunset gradually lowers a small building.
Birds rise from their nests and water flows from the source.
Mountains without water are invalid, and water without mountains is lifeless.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way.
The autumn wind enters the court tree, and the lonely guest smells it first.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Spring can't shut the garden, an almond goes out of the wall.
On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.
When the leaves fall and the west wind blows, people lose weight.
It's autumn. It's half reed flower and half Polygonum flower.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Peach blossom is a three-foot fish, and the boat will not return until it is drunk.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
Follow the stream firmly and you will find the charming sea.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
Mountaineering is full of emotion, while watching the sea is full of meaning.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
People don't cross the bridge when the spring rain breaks, and the boat supports the shade.
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Climbing the peak is not to make others look up to themselves, but to enjoy the world.
After 60-70 million years of uplift, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau has become the "roof of the world". The Antarctic giant ice has accumulated for 60-70 million years before it became an "ice continent".
Life is a beautiful and winding path, with beautiful butterflies and countless beautiful fruits on the roadside, but we seldom stop to watch or chew it, but we are only wholeheartedly eager to reach the more beautiful and suddenly enlightened road in our fantasy. However, on the way forward, the shadow gradually becomes dim, Hua Die disappears, and so does the fruit. Finally, I found that I had reached a desert. Sara
Full moon red cherry fat banana. There is no doubt that Mei is in the countryside. In May, I held the earth, McKee, Rhododendron and incense tightly and sat watching the sun sing on the sickle. On the threshing floor, generate, a pod, showed the fragrance of May and the longing for happiness. A season is brilliant because of this. In May, it was hazy in the rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze River. A bunch of moxa sticks and a pinch of realgar make the White Snake beautiful in May. Because of love, May is dignified in the distance; May is romantic in legend, because there is love. By the West Lake, men and women in the world of mortals sigh with the wind, shake an oil-paper umbrella and renovate an old story that no longer belongs only to Jiangnan. Immersed in the ancestral home in May. The footsteps of history walk along the Gulo River. The leaves of zongzi are still green, and the dragon boat can't hold its dignity. Poet of Sanqu, have you ever looked forward to the clouds of time? What made May lose weight? Ji Yi makes people daydream. Years change into reincarnation, and May is the wind festival! The scenery in May spreads in the sky. Pomegranate flowers, purple roses, all Hu Die and acacia exposed to the sun. In May, summer customs were introduced. A gift that you can't refuse lingers at every dawn and dusk. What kind of warm eyes should I use to read May? Books are frivolous, and I dare not turn them over if they are vulgar. The May wind swept over my shoulders. Beyond perspective, I'm drunk.