Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. The new moon has given birth to birds, and the setting sun is farther west. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. A stream of green water is a spring rain, half a bank of green hills and half a sunset. Autumn grass in the city, sunset red on the bridge of birds and magpies. South recalls Xin 'an County, sunset in Qian Shan. There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. The empty forest net sets in the sun, and the cold birds go to the empty garden. As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. Wandering around crazily, I hate the short scenery, but the sunset is late.
Dongfanghong Yang Zaisheng, when will the castle peak fall? As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road. Thousands of feet's green walls stand in a beautiful color, and the setting sun is idle and melancholy. Waterfall fir and pine trees often bring rain, and the sunset is green and blue. South recalls Xin 'an County, sunset in Qian Shan. There is no hate in the setting sun, and talents and beauties are empty and sad. The Zige Peak is clear in the west and dark in the east, and the wild smoke is deep. The ancient temple is quiet and gloomy, with elegant appearance, and the west Western jackdaw has fallen a few times.
In autumn, the river is horizontal and closed to the sunset. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring. The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. Pilgrims' hats carry the sunset, but the green hills are far away. Today is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward.
The east wind is gradually rushing and the setting sun is slanting, and a tree blooms for several days. Acacia Wan Li Road, spring goes to sunset. The empty forest net sets in the sun, and the cold birds go to the empty garden. Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village. But seeing the sun, though it is brilliant, why is it melancholy at dusk? Put a song in a cup and you won't feel the sunset. The setting sun hangs high in the treetops and enters Qingfeng Mountain at dusk. Wandering around crazily, hating short-lived scenery. Sunset is late.