1, Qiu Lai welcomes many tourists from outside the Great Wall, and a poetic field costs a lot of money. Clear water and blue sky flow in the picture scroll, and white clouds and green grass dye the mountains and rivers. Thousands of lilacs smile in the wind, and ten thousand acres of Huang Kui face the sun. It is extremely difficult to see, and the fields are wide and melodious and spread to the heart.
The grass leaves are golden and clear, and swans fly like snow. The smoke waves are vast and scaly, and the desert is vast and oblique. Watch the crane dance with eyes falling in the clouds, and pull the sheep beyond the Great Wall. Strong tea and fine wine are fragrant far away, and the long tune is like a dream.
How many clouds are flowing in the sky, and the grass is boundless. The red horse raised its hooves on the green carpet, the goshawk spread its wings in the blue sky and spun diamond bags, and its silver helmet was sprinkled. I hope that the flowing water loves the jade belt, the shepherd girl kisses the foil wine, and Hu er rides the bow string.
4, vicissitudes of life are predestined friends, the horse is released from the field. Swallows floc white clouds for thousands of degrees, leaves ten thousand layers of fireworks and butterflies dance green, and Hongyan has gone through hardships without regrets and endless clouds.
On the 5th, I resigned from Liaohe River and went to the dam to see Liao's brief introduction that evening. Zheng Hong traveled thousands of miles through the clouds, and shepherds rode horses on the river. Weeds are all yellow and poplars are all over the slope. The battlefield was full of flames of war in those days, and now there are many new tourists.
6. Who washes the blue sky and Wan Li days? White geese and cranes send electricity one after another in the long wind, green grass flies, flowers are in full bloom, the carpet is full of endless picture colors, and there are several sunny places in the corner. There is a charm in Huanghuagou, and a folk song is strong.
7. Not afraid of the road to the dam, autumn is getting stronger, staring at the deserted pine forest, looking at the diamonds, reflecting the cool horses and Mercedes-Benz knights, and the fat sheep strolling through the green grass. Time has traveled for 300 years, washing away the vicissitudes of life like a picture screen.
8. I like to raise the original green sail in the season when the breeze comes from Biye. Felt tent dog teeth crisscross gossip array, Aobao strewn at random, bow and shoot heroic spirit, iron horse galloping to win the championship. Expand the battlefield for tens of thousands of miles, and sweep the bamboo boards in Asia and Europe.
9, the west wind should be strong in time, indicating that grazing horses and water plants are cold and pitiful, the Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt house is stable in the shadow.
10, the endless grass on the plain, wildfire never completely devours them. With the coming and going of each season, they are sweetly pressed on the ancient highway, and they stand tall and straight again in the spring breeze, reaching the crumbling city gate. My friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.