The days are short, the days are long, the river is reflected in the west, and the residual red is full of flowers.
Rain in March, smoke in the five lakes, beautiful scenery on a sunny day, beautiful water and green scenery.
The birds sing three or two on the branches, no one asks about the road under the flowers and trees, and there are passengers in the clouds and sunny days.
The grass and trees are nourishing, the mountain flowers are full of charm, and the branches of the yellow warbler tree sing good poems.
The rain stopped, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the trees sang crisply and laughed.
White like snow, hundreds of birds sing spring songs, sunny days and beautiful mountains and green scenery.
The willow color is new, the peach blossom tree is beautiful, and the scenery is good, and the spring is full of sunshine.
On a sunny day, the green grass in the mountains is warm, and the yellow orioles sing green willows and sing spring.
Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are new, the sky is sunny and warm and spring, the peach blossom trees are merry and flowing, and the birds are at ease in the sound of birds.
The wild trees hear the song, the birds sing and the deep forest sees the guests coming, the sky is clear and the clouds are scattered, and the mountain flowers bloom to the sun.
The autumn air is thin, the evening breeze is more, and after dusk, what will be the double sun tomorrow.
Side wins chrysanthemums, leaves are full of the world, invite the bright moon, and stay until the sunset of Chongyang drunk.
The east fence is desolate about the wine, the night is not young, the autumn is old, and the chrysanthemums are still fragrant.
In September, Chongyang talked about mulberry and hemp, chrysanthemums bloomed fragrant for thousands of miles, and tung leaves flew down thousands of homes.
The deciduous tung branches are thin, the chrysanthemums under the moon are full of fragrance, who is drunk in the east fence, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is after the Double Ninth Festival.
Chrysanthemums bloom and autumn is cool, full of yellow, the east fence invites the moon to get drunk, and meets Chongyang twice a year.
Drunk lying on the east fence to enjoy the sunset, who is the house after the Chongyang Festival, the dredging tong does not understand the autumn wind, and it is still accompanied by chrysanthemums.
Near Chongyang, the east fence does not dissociate the wine, and the leaves are yellow.
Jiao Tong's song of phoenix piano, full of fragrance, picking the east fence pottery rhyme, Chongyang drunk the poetry of the wine.
Send cool chrysanthemum yellow, tung leaves are full of frost, invite the wine east fence to Haoyue, and enjoy Chongyang in Beiling.
Drunk autumn light, it is a good cool Chongyang Festival, with the passing water, chrysanthemums bloom proud frost.
The drunken old man in the east fence of the Double Ninth Festival, opened just right, and I don't know when I will see Qiutong.
Xiao sparsely, the chrysanthemum in the courtyard opened the east fence and asked Tao Ling, it was Guihong.
The chrysanthemums bloom all over the mountain, the tung leaves are scattered with frost, invite the wine east fence to the moon, and climb the north ridge to enjoy the double yang.
Inviting the bright moon, the ninth day of Chongyang falls to the ground with the wind, and the chrysanthemums smile and welcome the frost.
Floating scattered and full of steps, chrysanthemum fragrance cold butterflies are difficult to come, Dongli invites the wine to the bright moon, and Chongyang is drunk.
It's another year when the leaves are full of frost, and the east fence cuts the wine and talks about the sun.
The color is better than the spring, and it is heavy and drifting with the passing water, proud of the frost.
The pomegranate flowers are different red, the branches are green and verdant, the green grass is even the sky, and the three poles on the sun are sleepy.
In the small courtyard of flowers, singing new red, the farmers work diligently day and night, and the blue sky is full of spring.
Reflecting the sky, the scenery is different, and the red carp gently shakes the fragrance of the flowers and is drunk in spring.
On the new day, the stream is gurgling, the sunset is red, and the branches are green.
The sunset is red, the branches are different, and the clear water and blue sky are like weaving the sun.
The branches and leaves are green, and the warm wind and spring reflect the sky.
The curtain is reflected, the three poles are sleepy, the peach blossoms are red like fire, and green is like green onions.
Sleep enough on the afternoon clock, reflecting the blue sky, a tree of pomegranate banana leaves as green as onions.
A curtain of dreams falls red, spring is strong, hibiscus is delicate, and the heart is with you.
The sycamore leaves are green and even the sky, the peony flowers are red and fragrant, and the sun is beautiful and the water shows the sun.
In the water, east of the small bridge, no one sweeps, and the branches are empty.
The sun is full of sleep, the bamboo shadow in front of the window reflects the curtain, the red is all over the ground and no one sweeps, and the leaves are green and fragrant into a dream.
The flowing water is ruthless and deliberately returns to the north late, and the cuckoo cries blood.
The world is sad, tears are flying, the falling flowers are intentionally going with the wind, and the flowing water is ruthless with the moon.
The spring is still early, Du Yu does not sweep the falling flowers, and the rain of the water in the middle of the river urges each other.
The incense is still there, the dream of flowing water is empty, and the mountain is full of red with a long howl.
East and west, the falling flowers deliberately cry that the spring will be old, and the people have not returned.
Spring is lonely, crying through the dream sky, falling flowers all over the ground and the east wind for a few years.
The warbler cried chaotically, and Du Yu was swept all over the ground, and the wind was west.
The wind swept and fell, the flowers and the water shadowed in pairs, and the long howl shocked the world, crying and breaking the intestines.
The flowing water does not know the bitterness of hatred, the falling flowers are difficult to solve the sadness, the cuckoo cries blood and returns in spring, sighing and tears.
It is a ripple, the green mountains on both sides of the strait are crying wildly, deliberately going with the wind, and the flowing water is ruthless.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art