Living in the depths of the city, spring and summer are still clear.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will be clear when the summer is deep.
Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute.
Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
The mountains and plains are green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
In Taoxiang, there is a bumper harvest, listening to frogs.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money.
Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening.
After I left, I went to Liang, and I was very close to seagulls in the water.
The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.
I slept for a long time, thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow branches.
Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.
The shade does not reduce the road, but adds four or five orioles.
Zhou Nan got as drunk as a fiddler in summer and slept in the north for a few days.
There are no catkins because of the wind, only sunflowers are inclined to the sun.
The rain was cold all night and turned into a dream. Qiu Lai was sent to the lotus leaf.
The breeze suddenly blows the lotus leaves, and mercury pours from the sapphire plate.
There is snow as high as Kunlun Mountain and cold as far as Penglai.
Under the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind gathers the lotus fragrance in the pool.
Deep in the bamboo forest where insects buzz, sometimes the weather is cool and there is no wind.
The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves.
It's noon now, under the shade of trees all over the ground, when I dream of a warbler, I make a sound.
Sometimes herons can be seen when the water is full, and frogs can be heard everywhere in the grass.
Lazy to shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest.
Paper screen, stone pillow, bamboo square bed, tired hands, long dreams in the afternoon.