Wild chrysanthemum yellow, thinking of hometown, full of scenery and clear water reflecting the sun.
The clear water is a light boat, the infinite scenery is full of red flowers, and the beautiful scenery of the hometown is ahead.
When I return to my hometown in the season, the sky is covered with grass and trees, and the scenery is full of clear water and the sunset.
Who puts the beautiful scenery of mountain flowers over the peach source, the scenery is beautiful and the birds are noisy.
Tireless, flying freely, spring flowers are exhausted, just in time.
Entering the house is a fan of Zhuang Butterfly, a love bee, and the spring is full of red flowers.
The flowers and moonlight are suitable, the willow branches are brushed, the amorous bees collect honey, and the butterflies are flying.
The splendid spring sings all the way, the wind and snow and the moon are singing, and the bees and swallows are dancing and the warblers are crying freely.
New Year, drunken beauties, flowers, more spirit.
The fluttering pink butterflies frequently attract customers, the wandering bees do not know their names, the splendid spring is infinitely good, and the flowers are full of heartfelt feelings.
The gentleman in the flower laughs at me in the spring breeze, and does not dance with the swarm of bees and butterflies.
At the right time, you can know that the bees are busy making honey and wine, and the butterflies are chasing the fragrant stamen and chanting poetry slowly.
The bees and swallows dance to make spring branches, butterflies love the benefits of pink flowers for a year, and the mountains and rivers are full of flowers.
From the two, the bee dances and the warbler sings, and the thousands of purple and red gentlemen are the most lovesick.
Among the colorful clouds, the splendid spring warbler sings and bees collect honey, and butterflies flutter.
The garden is new, the full moon is true, and the bees are sweet and sweet to welcome guests.
On a sunny day, butterflies and warblers cry silently in spring, and it is another year.
Butterflies, swallows, dancing warblers, crying green willow smoke, the spring is infinitely good, full of people.
In the mountains of flowers and fruits, the spring breeze is dancing and dancing, the bees are flying and the waves are fragrant for thousands of miles, and the butterflies are drunk in the fragrant bushes.
The willows are drooping, the flowers are swaying and the swallows are flying, the warblers are drunk, and the beautiful gardens are attracting butterflies to chase.
The mountain drinks dew, the water produces smoke, the spring is good, and the sky is full of purple and red.
The wind pine and the crane, the dew grass and the fireflies, no one cares, and the flowers are clear and clear.
The flowers and rain are all over the shirt, dancing, ordinary things, butterflies and warblers cry freely in the sky.
The spring is full of flowers and red for another year, the bee dance and the warbler song welcomes the distant guests, and the butterfly and the swallow language surrounds the garden.
The warbler song and swallow murmur, the peach red willow green butterfly fluttering, the breeze flowers and thousands of trees, the beautiful landscape of the mountains and rivers.
Fluttering butterflies dance lightly, fly slowly, people are intoxicated, and thousands of purple and red flowers are fragrant.
The flowers and leaves are luxuriant, the birds are crying, the spring is drunk, the bees are dancing and the warblers are singing to welcome the distant guests, and the butterflies and swallows are playing in the clear stream.
The grass and trees are fresh, the flowers are clustered, the birds sing harmony, and the song is prosperous.
The sunset is like a fire reflecting the river sky, the red mountains are full, the green pines on both sides of the strait welcome the distant passengers, and the half-round sunrise is sent back to the ship.
Between the colorful clouds in the west, a touch of sunset is full of red sky, the morning sun rises thousands of miles in the east, and the guests dance.
Welcome the dawn moon, the rising sun in the east sends the morning light, red as fire, it is the infinite time of the sunset.
The sea rhyme coconut wind and bamboo waves welcome the morning light, red as fire, it is the sunset when it is infinite.
Mu sunset, the sunset blows to welcome the return of the swallow, send the twilight crow.
The west wind of the ancient road sends the sunset, the sunset is like a fire reflecting the remnant wall, a round of the sun rises in the east, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains welcome the dawn.
Welcoming distant guests, a round of the morning sun is like a fire burning the sky, and the sunset in the west is infinitely affectionate.
The first rise shines on thousands of homes, the spring breeze sends warmth to welcome thousands of flowers, the sunset reflects the red sky and the moon, and the west dyes colorful yarn.
A touch of slanting sun goes west to the end of the world, and the golden wind sends cool rise and shine on thousands of homes.
The sun is infinitely good, and the sunset rises in the east, and the splendid welcome.
The autumn wind blows the leaves, and the sun reflects the sky, a touch of red is like fire, and the sunset is infinitely affectionate.
Invite the wine to the sunrise, welcome the dawn wind, the sunset is infinitely good, and the sunset is still full of red.
Drunk sunset, full of the world, the wind blows the willows in the east and shines on thousands of homes.
The willow silk is long in the west, and a touch of sunset rises red in the east, smiling to welcome the wanderer back to his hometown.
The wine welcomes the new moon, the east rises for another year, and the sunset of Mo Dao is red through half the sky.
The rising sun sends warmth to welcome thousands of flowers, and the sunset reflects the red and dyes the colored yarn in the west.
Reflecting the peach blossoms, the sunset shines on thousands of homes, returning to welcome distinguished guests, to the end of the world.
The spring breeze comes to my house, shining on the end of the world, and the sunset is more colorful than the sunset.
Red hearts are spitting for the sunrise, welcoming the dawn wind, the sunset is infinitely good, and the sunset is reflected in the river.
The green hills behind the house reflect the sunset, the smoke curls around the sunset, and the old trees in front of the door rise to the east to illuminate my home.
The sky is sunny, the mountains are red, the west sinks, and the song is joyful.
The red peach is ready to welcome the morning dew, the morning sun rises and reflects the colorful clouds, a touch of sunset hangs in the sky, and the sunset is dusk.
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