Cuckoo sings in the green, and autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River comes early.
The river is full of fat, and the white yarn on the willow head is light.
Morning Rain in Qingpu Fog (Ⅱ)
Fog cages, pavilions, smoke cages, pavilions and pedestrians are all in the picture.
Unless it's Qingming without asking for directions, the shepherd boy has friends all over the world.
Winter Rain in Qingpu (1)
Silent misty rain quietly entered Shanghai, and the fog gradually rose in the south of the Yangtze River.
Who has a pen in the world can draw pictures in infinite mountains and rivers.
Winter Rain in Qingpu (Ⅱ)
The drizzle drifted into the shade, and no one saw the birds singing.
Life has gone by in my thirties, and several times my thoughts and dreams are the same.
Winter Rain in Qingpu (3)
Bamboo shines with a new look, and Korean pine stands tall and has a long spirit.
Birds on the trees are busy singing, and osmanthus flowers are scattered all over the earth.
Arrive in Qingpu in spring.
Blue waves are rippling, spring grass is green, and sunny flowers are charming.
Golden light surrounds the rivers and lakes, birds sing and branches dance in the wind.
Qingpu xinchen
In Qiu Guang, the sunshine warms the morning breeze, and the small buildings are shaded by trees.
A few white clouds meet the sky, and a bay of clear water flows quietly.
See you in the rain Ji in Qingpu the next morning.
Red duckweed wrinkled face and wind, bridge smoke willow combed clouds.
Bai Niao, because he likes the human environment, flies high.