The purple swallow came to the grass and green willows, and the master flew on the beam.
Runxin mud, green willow branches, the nest on the beam has been built, and the host is late to return to the guest.
Ziyan murmurs to build an old nest, and the host welcomes the guests with three points of warmth in spring, pecking at the new mud for a while.
lost its owner, the nest overturned and the eggs were overturned, and the ruins and walls became a city and a stone sank.
A branch of flowers, a new nest under the eaves of the spring breeze, when returning.
The fire burns by itself, the sunset water is far away, and the swallow owner in the nest blows the jade flute.
In the thatched house, it is not the title of the master who comes to the spring and speaks into the mud.
I don't see the owner flying in the air, blowing off the fragrant mud and making snow clothes.
The boutique can be called the eternal rhyme, the mud and sand are not stained with dust, the new nest is infinite, and the old swallow returns to be the owner.
The grass grows and the swallow flies lightly, the purple air brings the glory of all things, the new nest is still the old base, and the owner is unknown.
Where is, in the sorrow, three thousand miles, flying into the new mud first few heavy.
There is no such thing, and the son is also calm, and ordinary things are poetic to ninefold.
The swallows cut the new willows in the spring, play the blue waves, the old nest base, and the host's affection is like a shuttle.
The swallows return to cross the river bridge in spring, and the new nest is built and flies away, and the owner is empty and lonely.
Yan went to spring late, the owner didn't know where to go, the flowers entered the curtain, and the new mud between the beams stained the guest clothes.
The master on the beam is a double swallow chick, no need to help, the mud flowers are about to fall in spring, and the new poems are drawn into the picture.
The swallow comes to the spring color well, whispers softly into the mud fragrance, and the new nest builds a thousand-year-old dream, living up to the owner's affection.
The bird builds a nest, the host welcomes the guests to drink and drink, and the fragrance floats in the dream.
Yesterday, the master arrived again today, went and returned, the tandoor fire warmed the tea for the first time, and the cup was laughing and laughing.
The sparkling floating jade shadow, the light boat is floating at any time, the thousand layers of blue waves are surging in the sky, and the red glow reflects the water.
According to the new city, the night of the building is bright, the river has passed, and the waves and mountains are full of tides.
The willow dance flowers in front of the door are ten thousand points red, go with the water, and the sparkling mountains are painted.
Crossing the Yellow River, the wind and rain shake the Yangtze River to the east to the water, to the north to the slope.
The clear water is new and the willows are new, the light boat is a leaf and the clouds are floating, the spring breeze blows the thousand waves, and the drizzle pours ten thousand gold.
At night in Qinhuai, the thousand-story building flattened the boat went south of the river, and followed the waves to the front of the king.
Thousands of layers reflect the sunset, the red clouds are blooming wonderfully, the light boat leaves go with the wind, and the waves are my home.
A leaf of light boats and willows like smoke, thousands of styles, I am a fairy.
The waves turn over the old waves, the flat boat is a green grass to the sky, and it falls on the treetops.
Returning to the nature of the ancestors, there are immortals outside the thousand-layer clouds, a leaf goes with the wind, and the sea has no waves and the moon is full.
Thousands of layers of white snow fly, gushing clear springs, flat boats and leaves go with the wind, swinging the heart waves and turning over the waves.
Chasing water and clouds, reflecting red dresses, I don't distinguish between thousands of styles.
The waves are swinging willows, the white waves of the flat boat are surging in the sky, and the red glow of ten thousand points reflects the sun.
The style is not enough to boast, the blue waves reflect the morning glow, and the spring waves of the flat boat are my home.
The golden light of the thousand layers of blue waves is dazzling, and a leaf flat boat ripples in the painting.
To the distance, the sun is shining, who can compare with the ten thousand kinds, hidden in the painting.
The rolling waves are tumbling over the waves, the river is passing away, and the autumn song is sent for thousands of miles.
The egrets in the green bushes chirp, walking around the mountains, a leaf goes with the wind, and the heart is uneven.
Thousand-story buildings shade the stars, thousands of glows reflect the sun, and a flat boat chases the waves to the west and east.
Dangbi Pond, willow silk hanging, who can compare, I don't know a thousand layers.
The sparkling light reflects the pengmen, a leaf light boat enters the soul of the painting, the blue waves are paved with splendor, and the breeze sends warmth.
Nine days on a thousand floors against all odds, a flat boat chases the waves and laughs at the world.
Yongping Lake, reflecting the picture, a flat boat goes with the water, and the sparkling mountains are there or not.
The flat boat is drifting, the waves are overturned, and the mille-feuille elegance is in my heart.
In the spring and autumn periods, the sun and the moon are allowed to stay, and the annals of history are picturesque for thousands of years.
Let me travel, the thousand-year-old annals have their own heroism, and I am worried several times.
The book is a reference, the splendid painting is a picture, and the vast spring and autumn are all things.
Another year, several spring and autumn seasons are more splendid, and there are fewer joys and sorrows.
The pen walks the dragon and snake for thousands of miles, and the annals are endless, and I am sad.
Pointing out the majestic momentum of the country, there is a legacy in the thousand-year-old annals, who can be the master, and the spring and autumn of the ages will be released.
The millennium is said to be short and long, and there are good sons and daughters in the country, and the heroic spirit lives up to the spring and autumn seasons.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art