Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.
Clothes and towels rustle in the wind, and jujube flowers fall with the wind. At the north and south ends of the village, there was the sound of suppressing cars. It's farmers in plain clothes selling cucumbers. It's a long journey. They are all drunk, but they just want to take a nap. The sun is shining, but I'm thirsty. So I knocked on a villager's door and asked if I could pour him a bowl of tea.
Huanxisha
Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west.
Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.
At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence?
The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!
At the foot of the mountain, the blue grass shoots at the stream.
There is no sand and soil in the path between pine trees.
In the evening drizzle, the cuckoo burst into tears.
Who says you can't be young when you are old?
The running water in front of the door can still rush to the west persistently!
Don't worry about sighing white hair and singing yellow chicken.