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Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-30

A few people's homes, singing the sunset, red like fire, the sunset slanted all over the world.

According to the savage people's house, the sky reflects the colorful glow, the sound is getting farther away, and there are peasant babies in the place where the cooking smoke starts.

The east fence planted chrysanthemum is biased to the west, the sky is full of red, the river rises, and a few wisps of cooking smoke surround the front of the village.

A song of fishing song cooking smoke around the green mountains, the sunset obliquely shines back to the boat at night, and the bright moon sinks in the west and the night is cold.

The evening breeze is light, a fishing song is accompanied by the moonlight, the people of Xishan have not risen, and the sunset has been full of river red.

The sunset slanted on the evening breeze is light, a touch of red, the song of Jiang Yu is getting farther away, and a few wisps of cooking smoke enter the clouds.

The candles cut in the west window are sleepless at night, a touch of sunset is in sight, the fishing songs on the river are getting farther away, and the smoke starts from the township.

Singing the sunset, the smoke rises obliquely outside the green hills, and the sun dyes the waves.

Cooking smoke curls around the east of the small bridge, singing the evening breeze, the sunset Xishan people have not risen, and the return is full of sunset red.

Obliquely illuminating the east of the small bridge, the remnants of the sun in the west are red, and the fishing songs on the river are gradually distant, and a few wisps enter the clouds.

Talking mulberry hemp, a touch of sunset reflects the sunset, the sound is getting farther away, and the smoke is around.

A fishing song starts with a local sound, returns to the boat late, and the bright moon sinks in the west and the night is deep.

The sunset is red, and the fishing songs from the west to the east are getting farther away, and it is the return journey.

The west window sits alone and listens to the sound of autumn, a touch of sunset shines on the evening sunshine, several fishing songs rise with the waves, and the smoke curls around the boat.

Crying across the bank, the smoke curls around the oblique green hills, and a few wisps of light breeze pass through the west of the water.

Looking at the north of the township, a fishing song sings the evening boat, the sunset Xishan people have gone, such as blood flowing eastward.

The sunset looks north at the west, and the dream of the westward travelers is long, and a few wisps of fishing songs surround the village.

The moon hangs in the west and east, and a few wisps of sunset fishing songs are gradually distant, and there is a return.

The farm rises everywhere, a fishing song sings the evening cool, the birds are tired in the west mountain, and the sunset is common in the shadow.

Obliquely shining among the colorful clouds, reflecting the sky, the fishing songs on the river are getting farther away, and there are people returning to the place where the smoke starts.

The sunset is red, and in the sunset, a fishing song winds around the east of the bridge.

The fishing song spreads in the ears, the smoke curls around the oblique light to return to the boat in the evening, and the afterglow of the west is sprinkled all over the sky.

The smoke rises in the vastness, the evening water is sung in the sky, and a bright moon and sunset are round.

The moon is full in the shadow of Du Yusheng, and a wisp of green smoke and acacia go into the sky.

Lost willow bank, west between the water and clouds, the distant shadow goes with the wind, and sleeps with the guests.

The clouds and shadows are distinct, Du Yusheng is sounding, and the water flow under the bridge is deep and horizontal.

Several thunderbolts frightened dreams, the night was not sunset, the green smoke was gone, and the sunset was vast in the water.

The sun sets in the west, the water is in the sky, the smoke waves are a fishing boat, and the sail shadow gradually moves in front of the moon.

The moonlight is cold, the water is murmuring, the shadow of Yi, and the sound of autumn is to the pillow.

Dream around the new city to chase the moon shadow, listen to the sound of frogs in the soul, go down to the water in the west and go east, and fish on the shore of the smoke willows.

Several birds sing, the wind shakes the green shadow, and the smoke cage goes to the west of the lake.

The water is flat, a light one, the cloud shadow does not know where to go, and the sound of breaking intestines is still across the river.

A touch of slanting sun is faint like smoke, the flowers under the willows of the small bridge are shaking, and there is no sky in the cuckoo.

Shadow West Sky, Wan Lai is silent and sleepless at night, and the water under the bridge is clear and the forest is quiet, and the birds are crying.

The water is clear, the willows are smoky and the sky is light.

Born in the fog, there is no light in the water sky, and the sound of the ancient temple of the Yangtze River is spreading.

The shadow of the green pine, where the wind blows the amorous bridge into the water, until dawn.

The sound of warblers, swallows, flowers, and the fragrance of flowers are strong at night, and the people of Qinhuai are not seen, and the water is melting.

Under the bridge, the water is clear and the fish play lotus, the willows and green birds on the shore are singing and smoking, the boat is a leaf with the wave shadow, and the sound of the passenger boat passes.

The moon in Qinhuai is hazy, the water under Wuyi Lane flows eastward, the distant shadow goes with the wind, and only the sound of oars accompanies the night sky.

The shadow is swaying, the green grass is run, the fish is playing in the waves, and the birds are singing in front of the village.

The piece is chaotic like hemp, the shadow is oblique, floating into a dream, and the lotus pond willow is in the water.

The sun is setting in the west, the water is vast, a touch of yellow, the people have gone, and the sound of oars is still in a dream**.

The smoke willow is vaguely in the west, the light boat is a leaf with the wave shadow, and the sound is my home.

Intentionally leave a flower shadow, the night rain silently moistens the grass roots, the amorous bridge goes into the water, and the smoke cage green willow sends dusk.

The drizzle is silent, the window screen is brushed, the smoke and willow warblers are crying, and the fish and shrimp are playing in the pond under the sun.

Don't think the spring is too hurried, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains enter the gallery, the net fisherman sings, and the fish fat wine and beautiful vegetables are fragrant.

Fish and bears, the water obtained by the net is thin and the autumn river is empty, and there is no fishing tube.

Linyuan network adds fun, proud, mountains and lakes are in full view, and life is happy.

No one regrets it, don't complain about the spring breeze, the stream is gurgling and the fish are happy, and the nets are catching fireflies.

Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art

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