The boat crosses the sandbar and the sunset is red, and the wind of the river is endless.
Rain in the lonely village, thousands of miles of wind, waves rolling clouds and twilight, a boat of bright moon with fishermen.
The rain and wind are clear and the water is blue, the Pingchuan is ten miles and there are thousands of waves, and the egrets fly to the boat.
Thousands of miles of boats, the waves sweep away the ancient and modern sages, and the wind and rain hit the flat river and smoke the smoke.
All things Su, the wind blows the willows and waves a thousand waves, into the drawing.
The sun shadow is slanting, the yellow flowers are all over the ten miles, and the fishing boats sing evening poems to the people's homes.
In the bottom of the water, the fisherman sits firmly and looks at the infinite blue, cool to the shore.
The boat went to the south of the Yangtze River to wash the sand, the willows were thousands of green, and there were thousands of flowers.
Thousands of miles of Pingchuan are wide, the golden wind is cool and good by the railing, the thousands of layers of green waves are surging in the sky, and the red boat is broken through the fog.
The sound of waves on the sea, thousands of miles of Pingchuan let me go, Yunfei is not afraid, a boat of bright moon shines on the journey.
The flowers in the waves, drunk the world, red as fire, ten thousand golden winds send the sunset.
In the smoke and rain in the south, the waves are in the west and east, thousands of silks are green, and the sun shines on Pingchuan and is red.
Thousands of miles of Pingchuan are a line of leads, a total of Chanjuan, thousands of layers of snow, and the blue sea tide gives birth to a hundred boats.
A river is horizontally green and red in spring, the boat chases the sun and the moon in the waves, and the bow of the boat talks about heroes.
The blue sky is thousands of miles away, the white clouds and green trees are thousands of boats, the avenue leads to the north and south, and the rain is smooth and the wind adjusts the fresh grains.
A boat of smoke and rain and half a river lamp, like a sound, the wind blows the willow green, Pingchuan is ten thousand acres in the painting.
Pingchuan has hundreds of miles of smoke and dust, the wind and clouds are dizzy, the waves hit the lonely boat for eternity, and a boat of bright moon shines away from people.
The wind blows and rains, thousands of miles of Pingchuan clouds fly the world and the world is wide, and he takes office in the west and east.
The river is like a wave that is inexhaustible, and I can't sleep, looking at Pingchuan thousands of miles away, and the good wind sends me to the clouds.
The bright moon often looks back, the waves of the Yangtze River are headed, the wind is swept away, the sky is dark, and the sunset water flows eastward.
Lyrical rhyme, the wonderful pen writes the chapter, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the beautiful scenery is good.
A good year, the green mountains are beautiful and delicious, how lonely, and the words are elegant and intoxicating.
At a glance, the scenery is beautiful, and the ink guest is full of poetry, drunk Kyushu.
During the Qingming Festival, the people are sacrificed, the elegant rhyme sings melodiously in the ancient and modern, the rivers and mountains are all good, and the millennium of China is beautiful.
Spread thousands of miles, the people of Sao are working hard to see the mountains and rivers in the north, and the Chinese scenery in the prosperous era is more secluded.
The good scenery is spring, the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles is new, the ink is prosperous, and the elegant rhyme is drunk with poetry.
The poetry and ink writers and friends have a good time drinking, and the elegant rhyme of the people since ancient times is in their hearts.
Guests gather in Jiangdong, Yayun Xinliangchen Song is prosperous, a poet.
Leisurely in a dream, the sassy people and inkers are endless, the mountains and rivers in the north are beautiful, and the purple and red scenery are different.
The ink artist expresses the scene, enters the painting screen, and since ancient times, people have sung and harmonized, and the Tang style is full of stars.
Around the clouds and smoke, into the eyes, since ancient times the people of Yayun poems.
The night is not young, the breeze is elegant and the scenery must be remembered, and the beautiful water and green mountains are the hometown.
Yayun accompanies you, Saoren writes about life, and beautiful waters and green mountains give the scenery and affection.
Strange peaks, strange rocks, green mountains reflect the blue sky, and the ink is sassy and elegant and elegant.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the scenery is new, the people are ambitious, and the sun is spring.
The ink gathers the soul of poetry, sings to the past and the present, and Mo Dao Sangyu shines in the evening.
Tang style and elegance rhyme ancient and modern, singing Dadong, dragon and snake landscape show, poetry and prosperity of the scenery endless.
The thousand-year-old temple scene is still the same, the beautiful water and green mountains reflect the blue sky, and the ink Kesao people are elegant and rhyme with a new chapter.
Zhong Lingxiu, the scenery is updated, leaving traces of victory, and the elegance is full of goodness.
Sassy people and inkmen compete in romance, elegant rhyme is drunk in Kyushu, Mo Dao Sangyu has no good scenery, and the sunset is beautiful and not worried.
Yayun is fragrant and ink-endowed with a chapter, and the south of the Yangtze River and the north of the country are held together.
The scenery is varied, the grave of the priest, Mo Daosao is lonely, and the elegance is outstanding.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing, the scenery is beautiful and the flowers are fragrant, and the poems are elegant.
Affectionate, Yayun has never been vulgar, and Mo Dao Sangyu shows off the spring of the garden.
Peach and Li Yan, the sassy ink is a beautiful rain mountain and river, and the scenery is thousands.
Turning over the waves, the mountain reflects the sunset, and the sound of the cow and horse flute is long when you want to ask the way back.
Cross the river, and on the way back, you don't see the shallow bottom and frighten the birds, and the sun shines on the green slope.
The sunset goes down in the west and the fish flows back to the north, and the Pingchuan is a thousand miles away, and the old people follow.
The stroll on the way back is hazy, the cars and horses are noisy in the city, the water is still and the fish are rippling, and the sunset is red.
Pingchuan runs thousands of miles, there are no traces of the old time on the way back, the shallow bottom frightens the birds, and the sunset shines on the ancient village.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art