I don't know spring, the white clouds and dogs are up and down, dancing with the wind, and the yellow flowers are accompanied by birds all the way.
The mountains in the depths of the white clouds are not stained with dust, the autumn colors are good, and the yellow flowers laugh frequently all the way.
Autumn is deep, the yellow flowers are swaying, and the dream can't be closed, send my heart.
The yellow flowers on the side of the fence condense the evening dew, the red leaves dance in front of the mountain in the autumn wind, the white clouds and the dog go with it, and the family lives in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Live in the smoke waves, sit and watch the white clouds full of mountains, the autumn color is good, and the yellow flowers are everywhere and the sunset is more.
The white clouds flow in the sky, the breeze does not stop sending off the boat, the red leaves of the mountains go with the waves, and the yellow flowers enter the eyes.
The red leaves inscribed poem drunk tonight, the west wind can't stop the white clouds and let me float.
Spend a thousand tears, the wind blows the red dogs are all passers-by, like water.
Thousands of stacks of living in Mashan, a white cloud flies endlessly, the inscription poem is sent to distant people, and the yellow flower wine-making reward is bright moon.
In the depths, the geese fly south, people have not returned, the red leaves are full of slopes, the autumn color is good, and the yellow flowers laugh all the way.
Another year, who is pitiful, the autumn wind can't stop the white clouds and sigh the passing river.
The yellow crane got on the green boat, and I drove the white clouds and hibiscus red like fire, and I didn't want to return to the city.
The rivers and lakes are a wild dwelling, the bright moon is drunk with hibiscus, and the fish swims in the shallow bottom and the middle stream begins to see the book.
I don't see the hibiscus elegant from the secluded dwelling, and the fish swim in the shallow bottom and the stream is envious and jumping.
Eat no fish, Jiangnan is comfortable, where is the guest house, see hibiscus.
The boat is thousands of miles away, the water is even the sky, and the hibiscus bathes deep in the white-haired fairy.
Pingju has planted thousands of acres of melons, not stained with dust, Qingbo startled egrets, and the boat line willow bank drunk beauty.
Ten miles of Fuhui reflects the blue lake, the breeze and the moon accompany the monarch's residence, and the fish swims in the shallow bottom of the bridge.
The bird flies, the person does not return, there is no taste, and a flower reflects the slanting light.
The boat goes to the heart of the river and the water is artesian, the fish is shallow and the sand gulls are playing, the hibiscus blooms and the fragrance floats far away, and the people swim in the fairy painting.
Living in the downtown hibiscus is not polluted, and the fish play is clear and the green willows are swinging in the green lake.
Since the void, the peerless residence, the fish play lotus pond is faint and far away, and the boat line willow shore is Xu Shu.
The fishing song is full of river boats in the evening, the fish play is clear and the populist is red like fire, and the people live here to race the gods.
Living in the thorns, only because of the autumn water shines on the hibiscus, the fish book wants to send acacia than the beginning.
The water is artesian, a boat of wind and rain is difficult to calm down, and he nods with a smile.
The bow of the boat sits, the fish play in the blue waves, and the wind sends the hibiscus to its situation like the south.
Water cloud dwelling, do not envy the hibiscus clear waves over the blue waves, painting half a bed book.
Several degrees of hibiscus with a lonely lamp, I can't reach it, the fourth floor.
The fish Xiang shallow bottom water is even the sky, a leaf light boat is full of boats, Modao Mountain has no taste, and there are immortals in the depths of Hibiscus.
The light boat is full of boats, the fish fly to the shallow bottom water and the sky, the sun is red like fire, and it is better to live in this world than a fairy.
I don't know how to live, I appreciate hibiscus, I frighten birds, and I am good at reading when I go to the middle of the boat.
With the flowing water, the silk guest house, the egret, the boat line the blue waves and the red canal.
There is no other day in the land of fish and rice, carrying poetry boats, outside the hustle and bustle, and the heart is on the side of the hibiscus.
The boat is fragrant in the south of the Yangtze River crab wine, the hibiscus bathes the woman in red, and the lotus root lives in the white jade lang.
Acacia tears two lines, Danqing is difficult to write about the old times, does not dissociate from people's minds, and only puts the romance into sleep.
Ten years of cold windows into the official career, Zhan Hongru, it is difficult to write Lingyun Zhi, and it is not lonely to talk about soldiers on paper.
The rivers and mountains are like a picturesque picture, the scenery of thousands of miles comes into view, the wonderful pen Danqing is difficult to paint, and the paper is praised by the gods.
Painting spring, the poetry on the paper is splendid, and the scenery is heaven.
On paper, the soldiers are coarse, the paintings are confucian, the drawings are difficult to do the things in the heart, and a piece of infatuation enters the wine jug.
Once into Chang'an tour, the drawing seems to see Shenzhou, Danqing is wonderful, and the paper is romantic.
Don't seek, the scenery is endless, who paints it, thousands of colored paper are at your disposal.
Danqing's wonderful hands flow clouds and let the scrolls shu, infinitely good, and the beauty of the world is better than drawing.
Drifting thousands of miles, it is difficult to draw a picture of color dyeing danqing, and it is difficult to draw it, and it enters the end of the world.
Bai Fu went into the mountains to find the old hidden, drew pictures and opened the book to see the new poems, Danqing wondered if you knew it, and a piece of paper flew to send it to whom.
Like a drawing, the style is difficult to describe, and a piece of paper becomes a beautiful scenery.
Danqing paints brocade books, poetry is full of paper, the breeze spreads good news at night, and the air is pictured.
The paper is flowing with rhyme and danqing pen, and Mo Dao's drawing is new.
The rhyme is priceless, it is difficult to draw a picture, and it is difficult to draw it, sighing at dusk.
Wonderful hand-drawn new symbols, the dragon and snake pen book on the paper, the scenery is infinitely good, and the beautiful scenery of the world is better than the drawing.
Hongchen has nothing, beauty pictures, Danqing is difficult to write in his heart, only put the acacia on the paper.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art