The sound of the shadow of the mountains and the water invades the dream, and the dawn begins to open and the willows are cut.
The two are suitable, the road turns confused, the river and the sky are like a painting, and the smoke cage is cold and the trees and birds are crying in the air.
The lake is as blue as the willow color, the smoke lock is high and the mountain covers the eyes, and the light boat is a leaf and the water is murmuring.
The moon shadow moves, the lake and willow colors are faint, and the sound of the water is getting farther away, and the mountains and geese do not fly.
Ten thousand mountains, the sound of the river is hazy, and the people are gone, and they are sad.
Wandering together, the heavy mountains have not been opened for a long time, and after the willows are vaguely gone, a smoke and rain send sorrow.
The grass is new, the smoke cage is green and willow is dyed, and the old man is seen in it.
The smoke trees across the river are dark in color, the sound of water is inexhaustible, and the heart of the flowers falls.
The fog locks the heavy mountain birds do not hear, the sound of the water whimpers and the night is deep, a bright moon is the color of the sky, and thousands of wisps of green smoke are on the clouds.
Listen to the sound of the water in the depths, there are bells ringing outside the ten thousand mountains, not stained with red dust, and a wisp of green smoke accompanies me.
Competing for color, proud of dust, no one asks, and there are dreams in the sound of water.
Thinking turned into smoke, between the eyebrows, flowing eastward, people separated by mountains and thousands of miles.
The west wind falls and the leaves fall in autumn, looking at the distant building, flying snow, and the chrysanthemum in the South Park blooms golden.
The reed flowers of the southern flying geese flow by water, the night rain knocks on the window to surprise the dream, and the west wind blows the leaves all over the mountains and autumn.
The breeze is blowing, and the peach and plum in the South Garden are competing to open, wanting to ask for spring news, and the sound of autumn falls into a dream all night.
The breeze and drizzle enter the window, the night is not young, the lonely south flies to think of the hometown, and the canoe Beizhu misses the hometown.
Autumn goes to winter and the years are long, the candles cut in the west window are desolate, thinking about the snow of the reeds in the north, and remembering the chrysanthemum yellow in the south garden.
A line of clouds, Beizhu Luhua knocked on the window to surprise the dream, and the face moved the autumn soul.
The door of the door is opened to the north of Zhu, around the south, the bamboo window sleeps up and no one arrives, and the autumn clouds fly freely.
Knocking on the window to fall asleep late, the autumn sound is bleak and lovesick, the south comes to the wild goose to pass letters, and the fisherman fishes willow branches.
Cowardly wind and dew, listen to the sound of rain in the west window in the middle of the night, where to go, who is the glory of Nanyuan Xinju.
The breeze blows the willow branches from the south, and the autumn sound enters the pillow to provoke the villagers.
The geese are in a row, and the small window of the east fence of Nanmo listens to the night rain and enters the poetry bag.
Looking up at the red sunrise between the windows, everything is sparse in autumn, the geese flying in the south are passing in the clouds, and the fishing boats in the north are floating in the waves.
In autumn, push the window to look at the north and return to the sail, and the wild geese fly south and set sun.
Every time I see a man, I smell the wind when I am in Beizhu, and I listen to the night rain by the window, which seems to be stronger than last year.
Yunheng Beizhu South Building hangs jade hooks, leaning on the west window leaves on an autumn.
The window is in a dream, and Xiao Hongyan passes letters and paints pictures in autumn.
The air is refreshing and the sky is blue, leaning on the window to look at the sea tide, the reed flowers are flying white snow, and the chrysanthemums in the South Park are blooming red.
The south flies horizontally, the two are distinct, the candle shadow in the west window shakes red tears, and the autumn sound of the small courtyard moves the bauhinia.
Look at the railing, chant the wine, and knock the night rain on the window into the pillow to move the hometown.
The bright moon shines on the night, the eyes are full of autumn light, and the ruler is passed in the south, and the Yiren look far away from the north.
Yulu is autumn again, the window looks at the distant building, and the chrysanthemum of the Beizhu reed blooms red silk.
The wild goose array flies south and the chrysanthemum is yellow, and the autumn sound is asleep from the window.
The water is murmuring, the South Park is full of flowers, knocking on the window to wake up from a dream, urging people to be lazy.
The bright moon shines quietly, overwhelmingly, and the wild geese fly south to the north and the guests are worried.
Autumn is high and cool, falling asleep late, reed flowers fly white snow, and cinnamon falls green branches in the South Garden.
In the rippling blue waves of the lotus boat, the reed flowers on both sides of the river reflect each other, and the fishermen on the river put wine on the hero.
Listen to the twilight bell, the old fisherman, drift away, the boat crosses the water and the wind.
The Mo Dao fisherman does not know the sorrow, the Yutai Water Pavilion is competing, the reed flowers are drifting away like snow, and a light boat is full of autumn.
The reed flowers are like snow boats across the blue water, sitting alone on the fish platform and drunk fishermen.
Thousands of miles away, the sound of autumn, the fisherman does not understand the meaning, sitting alone on the fishing platform to fish the moonlight.
The fish platform overlooks the water and clouds, the fisherman on the river flies and dances, and the boat crosses the field and the passengers are difficult to return.
Fishing hooks, fish terrace water pavilion leisurely swimming, reed flowers like snow light boat chasing waves.
Manting Continent, the autumn wind on the river has not been returned, and the clear stream is fished.
Chasing the water flow, like snow full of Tingzhou, the fisherman alone does not know the sorrow.
The willow silk is floating, the fisherman on the river is dancing with reed flowers, and the wine is happy.
The fisherman talks short and long on the fishing platform, and the reed flowers fly white snow, dyeing the boat cabin.
The reed flowers are like snow all over Tingzhou, a leaf light boat chases the water flow, the people of Yutai are not seen at dusk, and the fisherman fishes alone in half the river and autumn.
Yutai reminisces about the old tour, the fisherman fishes for a while, it seems that the snow drifts away, and the river is full of boats like songs.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art