Collect the fishing umbrella, dry the flower clothes under the sunset tree, no one asks, and return

Collect the fishing umbrella, dry the flower clothes under the sunset tree, no one asks, and return alone in front of the green ridge peak

Ten thousand umbrellas are oblique in the wind before the moon before the flowers, the road is full of incense, and the green smoke is the end of the world.

It has withered, and after the east wind and the new rain overnight, it is unbearable.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the rain is slight, scattered and red are flying all over the ground, the flowers and fragrance are gone, and the empty umbrella is looking forward to the return.

It was cloudy, and the gentleman in the flower was lonely and no one asked, so he only bought the green money to find the way.

The mountain flowers are rotten and bright, the wind comes to the lotus umbrella and is self-graceful, who is the daughter in the zero Ding Yang, and the Qing song is green on both sides of the strait.

All year round, the grass and trees are green, and the small umbrella is open to accompany the snowy moon.

The grass is green, the wind blows the poplars, the spring is good, and you can walk alone.

Holding an umbrella and stepping on the spring trip, the flowers hit the fragrant city, and the mud Jun is not smiling, and next year it will still be to the sky.

The snow moon is another spring, the people under the umbrella are scattered into mud, and there is red dust in the green gauze tent.

One body is zero, the temples are blue, and the small umbrella is open and full of stars.

The tent dances, scattered into mud and flowers in the coming year, and the red clothes and green umbrellas accompany the king's sleep.

The wind blows the dream, the fog covers the road and it is difficult to walk, and the smoke is accompanied by the guests.

Why bother to look at the moon in a tall building, the clouds are light, the sky is low, and the night is still and the water is flat.

Looking at the distance, the lonely guest is in tears, the fog locks the thousands of mountains and the darkness, and the wood is forested.

The fog disperses to see the rising sun, fall asleep, and sing all the way to the high wall.

The golden wind sends the fragrance of chrysanthemums, the geese and his party, the high-rise building views the vista, who knows the guest land and Chongyang.

The sun and the moon are open and the sky is open to surprise travelers, the twilight smoke rises from the high city on the sea, and the clouds and water are vast and the leaves are full of autumn mountains.

Looking at the distant sky, since leisurely, return to the shadow, and smell the falling leaves.

The clouds are light, the sky is clear, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the flowers are red, life is a leisurely guest, why bother to go up to the ninefold.

It's too late for the wind to shake the bamboo movie stars, and the guests who go up to the high-rise building alone know it.

Amazing dreams, on the high branches, the clouds open and the fog disperses, and the scenery is more strange after the rain and wind.

The high city on the river is fascinated, and the guest heart is helpless, Chu Xiu and Qianfeng are together, and the wind sends Wu Fan a leaf Qi.

The moon is like a hook, the wind sends coolness into the small building, and I don't know that I still have a high head in my dream.

A gust of wind, the clouds and fog dispersed and went straight to the sky, and the guests were different.

The reward is good, such as the chess game is high, and the clouds are light and the sky is blue.

The sky is low, the wind blows the grass and trees are suffering from nowhere to go, and the building looks at the west.

Tang Feng and Song Yun have a good autumn, chanting 300 songs, competing with each other.

There are guests in the mountains who are drunk and obsessed, the stone is chanting and I don't know, the clouds and shadows and the sky reflect each other, and the pine wind and birds resonate.

The high-rise buildings look into the sky, the end of the world is hazy, the fog covers the dark mountains, and the rain blows the wind and the trees are red.

At dusk, the duck prophet, the free guest, alone on the high-rise to give new words.

The sound of the leaves is miserable, the shadow of the sun is vague, looking at the sky, the lonely Hong is far away and does not return.

There are guests passing by the door, looking at the tall buildings, where to come, the wind blows the fallen leaves and is melancholy.

After several years of going to a high-rise building in a different place, the clouds cover the home, and the rain and wind blow people have not returned.

Suddenly, the blue bird envoy, the wind is already a pulsatilla, cooperate with Tianyake, and go up to the tall building to look at the sky.

The wind rolls the bead curtain and the swallows fly, the dream is vague, the high love on the stone is there, and the guests return from afar on the edge of the bridge.

The gulls and birds are singing freely, a boat is free to drift in the wind and rain, pedestrians are far away, and the cape is always in love.

Floating in the blue sky, pedestrians stop in the wind and rain and sail by, and then enter the painting.

Traveling all over the world for another year, lingering together, sailing hand in hand with the same boat, gulls and birds flying in the blue water.

The human ship is a guest, the shadows of gulls and birds in the water are in pairs, the mirage is obsessed, and the vast tears are thousands.