The moonlight of the lotus pond is full of dreams, and a burst of frogs chirps in the heart.
The shadow of the floating sun, sweeping the sandbar, the sound of the waves still flowing eastward, and the moonlight is hazy on the small building.
Flying egrets outside the clouds, the rippling clear waves can not be heard, and the moonlight of a river looks hazy.
Spread the ancient rhyme, even the sky and the moon shine on the new building, and the clear waves ripple and the light boat frightens the herons and gulls.
Shine on the cold window, the sound of the waves in the middle of the night is shocking, and the court is full of flowers.
Reflecting the sun, the egrets pass the lotus pond, and the sound of the waves is still hazy and the night is not young.
Shocked Yuyu, the poetry and rhyme are still flowing eastward, and the night is like that.
In the middle of the night, the sound of the waves and the moonlight are hazy, swinging thousands of waves, thousands of miles.
The moonlight is hazy and the night is deep, the sound of the waves is still heard in the ears, and the earth-shattering wind and thunder rise, sweeping away the dust of thousands of miles.
The flat boat swept the clear waves, frightened two or three egrets, still flowing eastward, and the moonlight was hazy.
Frightened lonely geese, reflecting the sunset, listening endlessly, a round of moonlight illuminates the world.
Listen to the old pillow, walk in a dream, eternal things, and frighten the gulls and herons.
A round of moonlight shines on the end of the world, sending the sunset, the dream of the night is shocking, and the clear waves ripple to whose house.
The clear waves ripple and the fish are not frightened, the sound of the waves on both sides of the strait is in the ears, and the moonlight of a river shines brightly.
The clouds and the sky are shocking, the clear waves and blue water reflect the sun, still flowing eastward, and the moonlight is hazy and falling asleep.
The sound of thousands of miles of waves is sad, according to the window curtains, not dissociating from people's minds, still rushing and startling plums.
The clear waves ripple and the willows are long, the swallow song of the warbler shocks the Quartet, the sound of thousands of miles of waves welcomes distant guests, and the moonlight of a river sends the sun.
Chongyang again, the sound of thousands of clear waves is still in the ears, and the color is like frost.
The sound of the Yellow River is strong, the moonlight is cold, and the clear waves are inexhaustible, shocking the earth.
The moonlight and water are in the sky, the waves on both sides of the strait are sleepless at night, a fishing song frightens the birds, and the boat in the painting is rippling.
Chasing the water flow, the double flying purple swallow cuts the spring sorrow, leaving people's expectations, and the egret knows the wanderer's worries.
A line of egrets and yellow warblers sing willow poplars, weaving brocades, and peach blossoms bloom and spit fragrance.
Singing the sound of spring, the egret pond shuttles through the brocade, and the mountain is full of red.
Purple swallows fly and cut willow smoke, peach blossoms in March sunny days, a line of egrets pass in the clouds, and two yellow warblers spin up.
The garden is full of flowers, the double flying purple swallows sing gracefully on the branches, and the egrets swirl leisurely on the water.
The branches fly egrets, the song comes to Mo and the yellow warbler, the purple swallow is on the spring solstice, and the peach blossoms are smiling.
The yellow warbler and his party wore the blue sky, and the purple swallow murmured and smiled and reflected the red mountains.
Yan Yu is frequent, and Liu Antao and his party wear clear water, and they are clear.
In March, the spring breeze is smiling, the purple swallows fly into the painting, the yellow warbler is crying emerald green, and the egrets by the river are red.
Qingshan looks for old dreams, sings new voices, flies away with mud and purple swallows, and sees peach blossoms smiling again.
Singing Jiuxiao, playing the spring tide, and the peach blossoms of the mud and purple swallows are extraordinarily delicate.
Purple swallows cut the spring breeze, a tree of peach blossoms fly low and fish play in the water, and the yellow warbler tactfully turns the willow and shakes the air.
The peach blossoms are extraordinarily delicate, the purple swallows build new nests, and the yellow warblers flutter gracefully on the water.
The egret flies to cry where the willow silk is long, and the purple swallow peach blossoms are fragrant.
The spring is good, the autumn color is thick, the shuttle brocade is embroidered, and the mountain is red.
The mud flies around the tree, reflecting the oblique sun, and a line of egrets and yellow warblers return to the willows.
In March, the peach blossoms fall all over the stream, cut the spring mud, sing tactfully on the branches, and the egrets flutter on the water.
The egret has no intention of playing in the water, the yellow warbler intends to resonate with spring, and the mud purple swallow peach blossom is another village.
Singing spring, playing in the water, weaving brocade, smiling to the balcony.
Purple swallows shuttle and cut willow wind, peach blossoms smile and reflect the red mountains, a line of egrets outside the clouds, and two yellow warblers in the branches.
The peach blossoms are full of mud and spring, and the willow bank yellow warbler and egret dance colorfully.
It is not stained with dust, the singing is fresh, the purple swallow is in spring, and the peach blossoms are more intoxicating.
The yellow warbler is raining in the clear and clear weather, the egret and his party are looking for the old base, and the peach blossoms are flowing with new red.
Blooming peach blossoms, purple swallows shuttle brocade xia, yellow warblers and egrets dance light yarn on the branches.
A little red, the light boat ripples and spreads the net to return early, and the sunset is thick.
Reflecting the sunset, the smoke curls across the world, and the cabin of the light boat laughs.
The moonlight is clear, the sunset is like fire, a leaf goes with the wind, and the cabin is full of laughter.
The Chunjiang plumbing cabin is full of laughter, and the sunset is red like fire, and you can swim leisurely.
The fish flies and the shallow bottom bird chirps, a leaf light boat chases the water, the Mo Dao fisherman has no taste, and the sunset is red through the autumn of the river.
The slanting sun reflects the sunset, and the smoke is the fisherman's house, swinging a thousand waves, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art