1, drunk, Wu Yinxiang, who has white hair? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
3, the new mud mirror flat, every family rice while first frost sunny. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
4. When the autumn moon is full, a thousand nights in towns and villages. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
6, the screen is on the water, and there is no mountain in Dongye. The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.
7. The dream is old, and Tingzhou is full of smoke. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.
8. Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
9. The desert is dark and rainy. For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook. Turbulent flow all over the nursery, rotten leaves write autumn branches.
10, compassion, eyes broken Jiangnan Jiangbei. Smoke trees are separated by fragrant letters, and small buildings are separated by a few feet. The fine grass is lonely and the clouds are oblique, and it always makes sunny days. Falling flowers can't fly outside the curtain, and the east wind is weak.