1, read the drunken book in Hulou on June 27th.
Dark clouds can't hide the mountains. Bai Yuchun only jumped on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Dark clouds surged up and rolled like ink, but a mountain was exposed on the horizon, and the splash caused by heavy rain splashed on the boat like white beads and gravel. Suddenly, the wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds all over the sky. The water in the West Lake was as blue as a mirror, bright and gentle.
2. The scene of winter
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.
You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
Lotus withered, even the lotus leaf holding the rain withered, only the flower branch that defeated chrysanthemum stood proudly in the frost. You must remember the best scenery of the year. The most beautiful scenery is in late autumn and early winter, orange and green.
3. "Huizhou is a must"
It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.
300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.
The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are all cooked in spring, and loquat and Huangmei are fresh every day. If I eat 300 lychees every day, I would like to be a Lingnan person forever.
4. Spring nights
Spring night is worth a thousand years of gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy.
Spring nights, even for a short time, are very precious. The flowers exude a faint fragrance, and the moonlight casts a dim shadow under the flowers. Deep in the balcony, rich people are still singing and dancing, and gentle songs and wind music are scattered in the intoxicating night from time to time. The night is already deep, and the yard with swings is quiet.
5. Haitang
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor.
I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
The east wind blew away the faint clouds, revealing the moon, which was faint. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard. Because I was just afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, I lit a tall candle and refused to miss the opportunity to enjoy the blooming begonia.