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.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. After a night in Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on every mountain top.
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.