Songjiang water is still warm, and the autumn sky is long.
The aftermath is near the shore, and the tide is especially before.
Random thoughts on accidental shooting in Taiping Mountain
Taiping Mountain is very popular. Traveling in a pictorial world, the scenery is infinite.
Red leaves fall on the heads of thousands of branches, and there is still a piece of autumn.
Yu Xiang chun Chao
Half-hidden spring shirts and pears warm the snow, and the words on both sides of Songjiang are cultivated.
Morning crow and swallow.
The Chinese side spits green in the silk leek garden, and the iron cow field divides mud.
Morning glory sings to the highest tune, and the number of granaries ranks first in the world.
Summer scenery in Yuxiang
On the stranger's bed, the rain disappeared, the clouds broke the sky, followed by a Shuang Yanzi.
Chickens fight for insects under the tree, and puppies fight butterflies before flowers.
Several bean sprouts covered the fence, and half-garden eggplant eggs were hung with twigs.
Behind the old elm house, it's sunny, full of green, and it's naughty.
Yu Xiang Qiu Yun
Looking at Songjiang and Tianjiu, the color of Yuxiang painting turns deeper.
The wind helps the yellow leaves pave the way, and the clouds send the green to the south.
Feng Hongshan on the ridge set fire, and the white water in the weir screamed.
The frost fan shore willow is three points thin, and I like to win two thousand gold in Akita.
(Author: Jiang Chunyu)