2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
In May and March, Lan Qing, the twelfth lunar month is yellow, and boundless grass bathes Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.
6. Mangroves and green hills want to take the celery slope, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Tourists will not remind Guan Chun wisely and quickly that he will be old, but they will walk in front of the exhibition hall.
7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.
8. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.