First, the birds are singing in the valley trees, and the mountain shadows are in the village.
Secondly, there are several dangerous fishing boats in the hazy sunset.
Third, pick mulberry spring and walk in the sunset.
Fourth, the mountains reflect water in the sunset, the grass is ruthless, and so is the sunset.
Five, Yin Qing Xiao Lou leaves, worried about the branches of the sunset.
Six, the setting sun shines far away, and Shui Han is cool.
Seven, tears before flowers, cold food, drunk back to ask the sunset.
Eight, the mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are on their way home.
Nine, a round of setting sun spread in the water, half river rustling, half river red.
Ten, the sunset hook, spring quiet stream.
Waterfalls, fir trees and pine trees often bring rain, and the setting sun is blue.
Twelve, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.
Thirteen, sending birds to the extreme, complaining about the sunset.
14. The peach blossom in Mo Tao is unique, and the sunset is red outside Dianshan Lake.
Fifteen, this chaos is like a dream, and the sunset only sees water flowing eastward.
Sixteen, the bosom friend is lazy to sing, and the lock seal ends.
Seventeen, a stream of green water is spring rain, half a bank of green hills and half a sunset.
Eighteen, lingering crazy hate short scenery. Sunset is late.
Nineteen, the discussion is not finished, and it is too late to return to the ship.
Twenty, the first autumn bank of Gengkun River, until sunset.
Twenty-one, the east wind is steep and the sails are far away, and the fallen leaves are empty.
Twenty-two, autumn grass in the city, sunset red in Bird Bridge.
Twenty-three, ten thousand people destroy the wall, and the sunset is like wanting to live in Wu.
Twenty-four, sunset vanilla, river color curtain.
Twenty-five, no one lies on the cow's back at sunset, and they are brought back to western Western jackdaw in pairs.
Twenty-six, mangrove cicada full of sunset, bald head injury.
Twenty-seven, South Yixin County, Qian Shan accompanied by sunset.
Twenty-eight With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Twenty-nine, sunset Xishan head, people about after dusk.
Thirty, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.