The waves are clear, the lotus is playing, the fish jumps up, and the light boat swings into the song in the painting.
The light brings smoke, the green birds chat, the lost way, and the clouds send the sound of water to the passenger ship.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at a glance, several passes, flowing eastward, the clouds are vast and the north is still looking.
The lake is willow-colored and the sound of the boat chasing the water, the smoke locks the cold river and the people are gone, and the sunset birds are singing in the sky.
The sound of the sunset water flows, the wild color is vast and the trees are far away, and the geese return to the mountains in a few rows.
The wind blows the willow green and smokes, the red wants to burn, the spring color of the most year is good, and the warbler sings and the swallow dances and the water is sweet.
The mountain is high and the road is far away and foggy, the smoke locks the cold river and a fishing man, the sound of water comes to the pillow in the middle of the night, and the sky is full of stars falling into the cup.
As blue as blue, where do the clouds and shadows and water sound and smoke waves go, it is like the south of the Yangtze River.
The sound of water continues to the West Lake, like a drawing, after the smoke willow is vaguely gone, the spring mountain is like Dai and there is not.
The smoke willows are blue and the sky is blue, the mountains on both sides of the strait are red and burning, the spring is full of gardens and can't be closed, and the birds are lingering.
The willows are like cotton, the spring rain is faint like smoke, the figures are moving, and the birds are in the distant peaks.
The lake and willow-colored water sound to the passenger boat, ethereal, a bright moon shines on the rivers and mountains.
The two are suitable, the grass color is bright, the smoke scene is good for a year, and the birds are crying in the air.
The smoke is hidden in the depths of the fishing wood, the bell of the mountain temple rings far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the grass color invades the steps and there are few traces, and the sound of the water enters the ears and the sound of the bird is far away.
The floating light is far away, the sound of the smoke lock embankment is endless, and the grass on the shore is distinctly green.
The color of the carmine peach, the sound of two lines of tears and water, the smoke and clouds on the Sansheng stone, and the grass and trees in front of the mountain are green.
The sound of water, clouds, and shadows bloomed for the first time, and ten miles of spring smoke and rain passed over the building.
Just look at the cranes, everything in the mountain is the same color, sleep with me.
There is no plan to avoid the hustle and bustle, the smoke and willow are vaguely separated from the city bridge, the sound of water comes to the pillow, and the moonlight and frost are full of plantains.
The grass color of the slanting sun is fresh, the sound is murmuring, the smoke cage is green willow warbler crying trees, and the fog locks the green peak and Yurun Mountain.
It's not my business, it's my family, the smoke and rain are ringing and the sunset is slanting.
The cold river fog locks the sky, the mountains are high and the road is far away, the grass is blue, and the sound of rain hitting the water falls into a dream.
The clouds and shadows are hazy, vaguely like in a dream, and the sound of the water on the other bank is the same as whom.
The sun is vast and whimpering, and the lonely smoke falls in the twilight of the bell.
Seeing off the boat, the ancient ferry, the vast people are gone, so that the king is worried.
The end of the road is like a rainbow, and in a dream, exhaust where is Jiangdong in the world.
Where is the hegemony of Emperor Qin now, whether he will return it or not, his children are talented, and he is only waiting for leisure.
Everything in the world is empty, it is better to lie in the east of the river, and the hero has been in a dream since ancient times.
The air is like a rainbow, millions of soldiers, all lonely, and the hegemony turns empty.
In the dream of the heroes of the ages, where are the children of Jiangdong now, and everything in the world is different.
Qingsi exhausted the fathers and the elders, and the heroes have not become sideburns since ancient times.
Many talents, millions of soldiers, heroes since ancient times are lonely, and the hegemony of thousands of years has turned empty.
The hegemony of thousands of years is empty, and the children of heroes through the ages are talented, and there is no love in the world.
Six dynasties in the sky, thousands of miles of Jiangdong in a dream, since ancient times the heroes and hegemony turned their heads to the same.
On the way to crying, all the heroes in the world are lonely, a wind.
There are many tribulations, and in a dream, the prosperous father and old man burst into tears.
How handsome and handsome, and now he dies first at the end of the road, leaving future generations to mourn.
The heroes of the ages have turned their heads to the empty, exhausted the rise and fall, and are not old.
The hegemony has gone with the flowing water, the heroes are empty and chant to the falling flowers, and the Jiangdong fathers and elders are like asking each other, and the rise and fall of exhaustion is this heart.
Lovesickness for another year, Jiangdong's fathers and elders burst into tears, there have been many hardships since ancient times, and there have never been fewer sages in the hegemony.
A young man, bitter and sweet, many hardships, and the heart of the hegemony has not yet been achieved.
Male out of the youth, industry clouds, human affairs, but Jiangdong thousands of miles boat.
In a dream of the rise and fall of the hegemony, looking for traces, now it is safe, and it is empty from the beginning of a thousand sails.
The tears of the fathers and elders in the world are exhausted, the heroes have suffered many hardships since ancient times, and the hegemony has been in the past for a thousand years.
The return of the swallow has not been scheduled, and the east wind and green willow silk peach blossoms are not dissociated, and they are still at the end of spring in the royal tomb.
In March, Qinling Spring was late, and the willows were hanging down, not dissociating from people's minds, and still blowing away the swallow's eyebrows.
When the peach blossoms are blooming in March, the willows hang down in Wuling spring, the east wind does not understand the tourists' wishes, and the residual red swallows are blown off late.
In a dream, the mud swallow is gone in spring, and the flower blooms lonely.
The mud swallows nest and return, the catkins fly, the peach blossoms are red like fire in March, and Wuling does not know how to return.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art