Lock the white clouds, smell each other, where are the people, and the Yellow River runs day and night at the feet.
The wind does not count the year, there are immortals, thousands of waves, and thousands of mountains in front of the green water gate.
The water in the depths of the white clouds is even the sky, sending passenger ships, infinitely good, and the foot of Qingfeng is home.
The smoke of the cooking smoke surrounds the cicadas and sings endlessly, the wind sends the fragrance of flowers and people are drunk, and the farmers are happy and leisurely.
There are few pedestrians on the wild path, the fragrance of flowers is full of spring all the way, the old dream is found in the sound, and the neighbors are seen in the smoke.
The fragrance of flowers overflows the garden in spring, the grass is new, the birds are looking for old dreams, and the smoke starts to see the neighbors.
The birds and warblers are singing, the smoke is the hometown, the wild stream is gurgling, and the wind sends the fragrance of flowers into a long dream.
Around the mountain village, the flowers are drunk in the sound of birds, and the ducks are flocked.
In the Qingming season, the wild tourists are full of new, the birds are singing in the forest and the sound is pleasant, and the smoke curls around the mountain village.
The grass and green warbler are happy, the wild sky is high and the swallows are dancing, the birds are singing harmoniously, and they are surrounded by the harvest year.
The breeze is refreshing, the smoke of the cooking is around the trees, the fields are gone, and the fragrance of flowers is red in the sunset.
The cicadas in the small courtyard of the farmhouse are singing on the willow bank, people are drunk, and the mountain village is old and happy.
The clouds and shadows are light, the flowers and herbs and green birds speak crisply, and they enter the gallery.
The wind sends the fragrance of flowers to sleep, the wild pond water is green and willow is long, the branches and birds are drunk, and the smoke on the Mo cooks to call the guests busy.
Competing for the top, tomorrow no one will be empty and lonely, and the spring breeze will intentionally send flowers.
The smoke surrounds the beams of the house, the birds on the branches are accompanied by the sun, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the poetry falls asleep.
The spring water of the wild pond is fragrant, and the birds are singing from the neighbors.
The incense enters the painting screen, and the wild stream birds speak crisply, and the green peaks are curvy.
The bird's language is clear and the sound is far away, the twilight of the ancient temple is deep, no one sweeps it by the wind, and the fragrance of flowers is all over the ground without leaving a trace.
The smoke curls in the blue sky, calling the spring breeze, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, and the green mountains are full of wild red.
The grass is like a tree, drunk with the hearts of the guests, and the new village is seen everywhere in the sound of birds.
The fragrance of flowers enters the small garden, the wild pond is full of water and birds, and the smoke is around the house.
The birds are singing and the pine waves are sounding, the cooking smoke surrounds the trees, and the small bridge is overflowing in front of the wild old door.
A wisp of cooking smoke and birds whispered into the farmhouse, and the fragrance of flowers teased the little girl in front of the door.
Clean and dust-free, the flowers and herbs are new, and the people in the sound are drunk, and it is a mountain village.
The grass is green and the mountains are full of spring, no one is seen, and the new village starts from the sound of birds.
Birds and cicadas chirp in the twilight sky, in front of the small village, on the bank of the wild stream of the transverse flute, the fragrance of flowers accompanied me all the way to sleep.
The smoke of cooking smoke surrounds the small mountain village, the sound of birds is already dusk, and the wind sends the fragrance of flowers and flowing water to reflect the chaimen.
Butterflies flying, reflecting the sun, mountains and rivers are green, and swallow dances with the return of the sun.
The warbler cries to the east of the small bridge, the green cover is red in the water, the willows on the shore are weeping in the wind, and the lotus flowers and butterflies are flying in the sky.
The green feathers and red-dressed chaffins are noisy, and the spring breeze blows through the fragrance of flowers and intoxicates the beauty.
The green silk is long, the honey is busy, the swallow dancer sings the song, the mountain is green and the water is green, and the cauliflower is yellow.
The bees fly and the butterflies dance in the spring, the peach blossoms on the willow bank shuttle and weave the green brocade, and the orioles sing the chapters.
The crow at the bottom of the leaves, there are people in the depths of the green shade, and the east wind blows ruthlessly and falls from the flowers.
Pulling the green belt, the day is the most amorous willow, dancing butterfly clothes.
Blowing the willow embankment, the swallow dancing grass is fascinated, and the warbler is graceful and fluttering in the stream.
Potpourri, willow shore warbler song green mountains ring emerald color, singing rhyme for a long time.
The sound of the oriole is dyed in the sky and the green clothes are dyed in the leaves, and the willows on the amorous embankment fly around the people.
The mountain looks at the green pines and dripping, the magpies on the branches sing the new birds, the spring breeze blows the willows and peach blossoms smile, and the bees and butterflies smell the fragrance and dance the colorful clothes.
Silk silk dances charmingly, red peach pink butterflies are busy, tactfully singing new songs, and chaffins are singing cuihuang.
The bee kisses the fang, the willow silk is long, the mountains are green, and the birds are singing happily.
The flowers are delicate, the river is extraordinarily beautiful, the wind is swinging, and the red hearts are blooming and the butterflies are free.
The flowers and red leaves are full of garden fragrance, the charm is long, adding beautiful color, and the bees and butterflies are drunk and fragrant.
The spring breeze is blowing and the honey is busy, the swallow dancer sings and sings, and the mountains and rivers are green and green, and the cauliflower is yellow.
The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, the warbler sings and swallows dance the willow silk hangs, the face of the thousands of mountains and greens, and the birds follow the branches.
The oriole is tactful and clear, drunk with the hearts of the guests, gently shaking the spring mood, and the bee butterfly man dances in love with Fanglin.
Yesterday, the blue boat shook the green shadow, and today the birds sang a clear sound, the spring breeze and the green Jiangnan willows, and the butterfly love flowers intoxicated my heart.
Yan Shuangfei, butterfly love flower fragrance tactfully sings a song, Chen is drunk and cuiwei.
Bees and butterflies are flying all over the court, the willows are green, the spring breeze is blowing on the thousands of mountains, and the birds are competing for a hundred chirps.
The song sings the oriole, the green color of the garden is fascinating, the spring breeze is green and the willows in the south of the river, and the fragrance of flowers is drunk in the stream.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art