Playing the waves, the fisherman on the river is fishing alone, shaking the shadow, and the reeds on the shore are like a beautiful one.
The fan in the reeds is cool, the stream sits, and the fish in the water are busy ashore.
Shake the jade tree, the reeds are late to return from the net, and there are many laughs.
The flat boat is accompanied by a fisherman, the fish is full of wine in the cabin, the egret flies in the reeds, and the penny shakes half of the river red.
Spread thousands of miles, the fisherman fishes in front of the bamboo shadow window, and the moon is half bent in the reeds.
A leaf boat in the bush, the wind shakes the blue water and swims leisurely, the fisherman returns late from casting the net, and the cabin laughs.
The wind shakes the bamboo shadow in the autumn, and the fisherman on the riverside makes people sad.
The evening sunset is slanting, the underwater fish lake is beautiful and the mountains are beautiful, and the joy is endless.
Shallow bottom leisure tourists, waves hit fishing boats drunk fishermen, the waves are wide, and the lake is bright and the sunset is red.
The willow silk is slanted, reflecting the sunset, where is the fishing boat going, the fish fat crab is full of boat flowers.
Frost and dew, there is a sound in the night, and Yeju still laughs without knowing it.
The sky is high and the light and shadow are heavy, the wild chrysanthemum is cool in the autumn and smiles in the wind, and the yellow flowers on the Mo are red with rain.
The flowers are full of fragrance in the courtyard, sending cool leaves to the beginning of yellow, and the mountains and rivers are full of colorful light in autumn.
The golden wind is cool and fragrant to fall asleep, and the eyes are full of clear and bright moons to send autumn coolness.
The scenery is good, the water color reflects the morning glow, and the wild chrysanthemum smiles in the wind, bright like a flower.
The sky in the West Mountain is bright, the osmanthus is fragrant, and the wild chrysanthemum and yellow warbler on the edge of the fence are crazy about the moon.
The wild chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence are beautiful, each of them is beautiful, there is no good scenery in autumn, and the mountains and waters are better than spring.
The yellow dust is full of sideburns, the wild chrysanthemum fence is high alone, and the scene does not follow the dream.
Maple leaves are red, in the drawing, smiling in the wind, dancing in the blue sky.
The golden wind is cool and cool, it is another year of cool autumn, the wild chrysanthemum is fragrant to welcome distant guests, and the mountain maple is bright and dyed red and yellow.
The west wind is fragrant alone on the edge of the fence overnight, and the mountain light of Modao is better than the spring makeup.
Osmanthus is fragrant, the night light is bright, the wild chrysanthemum fence is blooming, and the mountain maple ridge is dyed golden.
A bright moon sprinkles clear light, the edge of the autumn sound is blooming, and the golden wind sends cool rice and yellow.
The frost and dew are heavy, the yellow leaves are scattered, the evening breeze is light, and the autumn is high and refreshing, and the mountain light is exceptionally clear.
Different red, green poplar shade in the bright spring, painting is strong.
A little clear, a hundred purple spring breeze, heavy makeup and light smearing the crowd to compete for beauty.
I'm late, when the spring is strong, the autumn wind is red like fire, and the wild green becomes a poem.
A tree of peach blossoms competing for beauty and smiling east wind, blue and purple are as good as possible, and there are thousands of loves.
There are thousands of light red flowers in the sun, thousands of new green willows in the wind, and the group of flowers compete for the beauty of spring, but my feelings are as strong as fire.
A little green in the bushes, red, yellow, blue and purple are distinct, and they are all spring, and they do not compete with the flowers.
Competing for beauty, strong spring, red like fire, thousands of mountains and thousands of green verdant.
It is rich and charming, glamorous and fragrant, a thousand things are good, and there is a little scarlet in the green bushes.
A tree of peach blossoms is different red, verdant, no one appreciates, only poetic and picturesque.
The green sideburns and vermilion are red in the sunset, the poetry and painting are as strong as wine, and the flowers are not old.
Competing for the beauty of the flowers, butterflies and bees flying in spring, the red fragrance is overflowing, and the thousands of postures are verdant.
Mo Dao has a strong spring in the world, competing for beauty, going with the wind, and the green willows and silk reflect the sun.
Thousands of red and purple springs are good, green willows and swallows fly, flowers compete for beauty, bees and butterflies dance, and the glass of wine is full when the poetry is strong.
The green is heavy, the peach and plum paintings in the garden are as strong as wine, and the flowers are smiling.
The peach and plum are full of branches, thick like wine, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are sometimes, and the east wind is green and the south willow is green.
Xiaoxiang spring is strong, the flowers compete for beauty, the peach willow and the green warbler cry, and the mountain green butterfly dances.
To the east of the small bridge, a tree of peach blossoms reflects the water red, and there is nowhere to find it.
The flowers compete for beauty and the solitary beauty is dark and fragrant, the willow silk is thick, the peach blossoms reflect the sun, the rivers and mountains are red and the fire is victorious, and the world is green and verdant in April.
One night, the east wind is red, and the flowers are beautiful, and only the peony is affectionate.
The green mountains are full of grass and trees, the rhododendrons cry blood and reflect the sky red, the thick clouds are dense with wind and rain, and the flowers compete for different colors.
Spring melts, everything recovers, red fragrance overflows, green mountains and green waters reflect the sky.
Sleepless thinking about the concubine, there is a dream in my heart to look forward to the return of Lang, the song is inexhaustible, and the gentleman raises a glass together.
Lang's heart is like the moon and the wind blows away, and if you are affectionate, you will be accompanied by each other at night.
The rhyme is long, Jun sends the bright moon in the sky, and I am sad.
Where is Xiao Sejun, I know that he is a stranger in another country, and Lang returns to his hometown to write new poems.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art