The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the gulls are white-headed, and a leaf of fishing boats ripples to make people worry.
Crossing the riverside, the willow color is new, the wild heron flies to sing a song, and the breeze sends me to the upper clouds.
The blue waves ripple and the water flows eastward, the sky is high and the wind is cool, and the fish and crabs are strong and the herons turn back.
Painting the east of the bridge, the clouds and shadows in the sky, the fishing boats sing at night and the sunset is red.
The moon is like a hook, where is the wild wind and clear fishing boat, a lonely gull.
Singing late autumn, rippling and drifting, a line of herons and shadows are high in the sky and the moon is like a hook.
The red sun is shining, the fishing boat sings the evening fog and the scenery is good, and the song is charming.
Wild herons, idle gulls, clouds, and geese are lonely, singing where to return at night, and entering the picture.
Who is the guest of the goose word on the cloud side, where is the boat of the egret and gulls on the water, the return of a leaf fishing boat is late, and the blue waves are rippling and the moon is full.
The fishing boat crosses the wilderness, the blue waves ripple and the willows are soft, the fish leaps and the sound of joy, and the clouds are light and the wind is light for a good autumn.
The rain is not clear, a boat is horizontal, a thousand waves, waterfalls and springs are roaring.
The blue sky, the green mountains in the sky, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the clouds open and the sun rises and the sun is colorful.
Clear water and green mountains surround the green mountains, hundreds of flowers, thousands of peaks show, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and everything is fresh.
The light smoke and rain are new, the swallows fly low and sing the willows, and there are beautiful women in the depths of the green mountains.
The water and the moon are ancient and ancient, the wind and smoke and rain are right and wrong, the stacks are endless, and the pine waves are harmonious.
In the Qingming season, the cuckoo is singing, the sky is blue, the incense is vigorous, and the clouds are light and the wind is dancing lightly.
The mountains are green and even the shadow of the temple, the sound of the spring and the valley are accompanied by the sound of the stream, the smoke cage fog surrounds the wonderland, and the clouds and wind are light like a painting screen.
Insert the clear smoke, the clouds and shadows of the sky and the light flow of the spring and the cliff, and the hidden immortals.
The clouds and fog are not dusty, like an old man, looking at the green mountains thousands of miles away, and the tears at the cuckoo are new.
Xiao Se goose sings alone, looking at the green mountains and mist in the distance, a wisp of green smoke drifts away, where to find the fairy trace.
The water is clear, the birds are singing and the flowers are singing, the warblers and swallows are dancing, and the clouds are thousands of miles away.
The spring breeze blows the sky, the sky is high and the water is blue, the drizzle is singing, and the green mountains are dancing and dancing.
Between the water and clouds, the green mountains on both sides of the bank are like a picture scroll, dancing and staggering.
The valley is like a harp, there are bosom friends in the depths of the green mountains, the smoke cage fog surrounds the wonderland, and the clouds and light wind see the Buddha's heart.
Dyeing green mountains, warblers singing butterflies dancing blue water mountains with daisies, clouds around the green peaks and hidden immortals.
The fog locks the green mountains and hides, the clouds are light, the wind is light and the water flows, the birds sing and the flowers can't stop singing, and the mountains and mountains are in the middle of the painting.
The clouds open and the fog disperses a wisp of smoke in the clear sky, and the green mountains and butterflies dance in the distance.
The sound of a hundred birds, the bell of the ancient temple of the green mountain is struck late, and the sunset is oblique.
The water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the trees are singing, the green smoke is misty, and the clouds cover the fog like a fairy.
In the season, the willows are full of smoke, the flowers are full of flowers, Du Yu sings the cuckoo in the sound, and the spring rings in the depths of the green mountains.
Luan mirror box, green mountain peak, smoke and rain hats, green mountains and full moon boat.
The green mountains and the sky are not clear, the birds in the forest are whispering, the ancient temple bells are far away, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sun is rising.
The cold mountain fog locks the forest, the sunrise sees the sunny cloud, the wind roars, the leaves fall, and the green mountains and maples are dark.
The spring is full of drunken tourists, and the east wind sends the blue sky to the new.
The two hearts know, with the foam unswerving, the sunset is beautiful, all poetry.
The temples have been in autumn, and when you look at it, the clouds and spring are in your heart.
The heart is full of clouds, endless, the blue sky flies egrets, and they are invited to drink and talk about mulberry hemp.
The spring is full of gardens and there is nowhere to find them, the clouds are a piece of who has a home, and the east wind does not fall with the blue sky.
Hang the blue sky, reflect each other, pave the splendor, and the spring color is intoxicating.
Looking at each other without words and tears, the blue sky and blue sea are distinct, where the clouds and clouds return, and the spring curtain is in a dream.
The green mountains and green waters are boundless, and the blue sea and blue sky enjoy the azaleas.
Flowing eastward, into the eyes, the clear water and green mountains reflect each other, and the blue sky and egrets swim together.
The blue sky and clear water reflect the slanting sun, the green mountains on both sides of the strait are red like fire, and the spring color of the garden is intoxicating and fragrant.
The night is not young, the blue sky and blue sea are boundless, and the clouds are dyed boundless and fall asleep.
Thousands of miles are sunny, full of spring, blue sea and white sails, treading the waves.
Competing flowers, clouds and clouds reflect colorful yarns, butterflies and bees fly blue water.
Reflecting the blue sky, the green mountains and clouds on both sides of the strait are splendid, and the color is pitiful.
The east wind sends the blue sky to reflect the colorful flowers, and the clouds are splendid, full of branches.
Yunxia is accompanied by three lives, the spring color often leaves a piece of incense, the blue sea and blue sky are infinite, and the sun is slanting with foam.
Boundless into the gallery, the clouds and clouds are beautiful, the willows and greens reflect each other, and the clear water and blue sky are bright and sunny.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art