A fishing boat, the maple forest sunset in the late autumn, go with the waves, and the yellow flowers everywhere are accompanied by the water flow.
The frost-stained maple forest wanders wildly, goes with the waves, and the yellow flowers everywhere enter the eyes.
The water flows artesianly, and the yellow flowers fall thousands of miles away from the rivers and lakes, and they are sad several times.
Alone on the river tower to look at the boat, the maple forest is dyed in autumn, the mountain is full of red leaves with the wind, and the yellow flowers everywhere are accompanied by the water flow.
Reflecting the sunset, the boat crosses the field and crosses the red leaves to dance with the wind, and the yellow flowers everywhere bring dew back.
The red leaves follow the flowing water, the yellow flowers everywhere accompany the sunset, where the boat goes on the river, it is the autumn light.
The breeze sent me a piece of autumn in the maple forest, and the red leaves inscribed poems boiled wine flowed wave by wave.
In the dyed sunset, the river is full of mountains with good autumn colors, and the cold wind is smiling.
The leaves of the maple forest are red, like smoke and the past has been with the wind, like a dream in a hurry, and the years are like fire.
If you can't bear to listen to the smoke, sigh and sigh, the sunset is infinitely red and hot, just like the star of the year.
The willow silk is oblique, reflecting the colorful glow, and the beautiful scenery is not stained with red dust at the end of the world.
Blowing fire all over the world, the fallen leaves are flying and the forest is red and rotten, like smoke and the past turns into clouds.
The east wind dyes the greenery, the drizzle is light and dusty, and the peach blossoms are like spring.
The past is like smoke-dyed snow and frost, and the sunset and evening shine are not idle.
It is like cool water, and the chrysanthemum is yellow, dyed with thousands of mountains, and falls asleep.
After frost red is better than fire, white is more white than silver, and the forest is dyed like smoke and dreamy.
The spring breeze dyes the peach blossoms overnight, runs thousands of homes, where to go in the passing year, and the sunset shines on the fire at night.
The spring breeze blows the willows green like smoke, the clear water and green mountains dye and paint the boat, and the fire trees and silver flowers are like a peach source.
Thousands of years surging, thousands of miles of red, maple leaves drunk, memories of the past.
The river is like a fire boiling for thousands of years, the mountains are like dragons, the frost-dyed maple forest is red, and the past has been with the wind.
The layers of forests are dyed like smoke passing through the eyes, like water flowing in the year, and the fire shines on the return journey.
It has become empty, white-haired, the sunset shines on the mulberry elm love to win the fire, and the sunset is like blood reflecting the mountain red.
Like water flowing year after year, the maple red wins the fire and dyes the thousands of mountains, and the years are like smoke and all things are fresh.
Reflecting the blue sky, it is like a brocade and prosperous without sleeping, and the moonlight is hazy and short, and dreams are like smoke.
The red is burning, and the autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River are like arrows piercing through the clouds, and the sky never sleeps.
Like smoke passing, if the rivers and mountains are sleepwalking, the sunset of Mo Dao flows eastward like water.
The willows are like strings, the fire trees and silver flowers add splendor, and the scenery is like smoke.
Thousands of flowers are like Qiong Yao, not stained with red dust, and the quality is high.
Not stained with red dust, like smoke turning into clouds, life is like a dream that must be awakened, and a wisp of love is burning.
The green water willow is like smoke, dyed with spring for another year, the frost is red and the fire is victorious, and the beautiful scenery in the world is like a peach source.
Red like blood, fire burns the sky, autumn is beautiful, and the past is like smoke in a dream.
The water of the front river flows, the wine is against the sand gulls, and it is still diligently dyed on Bizhou.
Dongli drunk Chongyang, extraordinarily fragrant, melted Biyu, and dyed autumn frost with thousands of white hair.
The autumn frost dyes the sunset, the eyes are full of golden paving, and the east fence talks about the wine.
The clear sky and blue clouds are long, the maple leaves of thousands of mountains are dyed with autumn frost, the rice harvest scene, and the wine is drunk in the sunset.
The yellow leaves of the flowers fall to know the season, enjoy the chrysanthemum fragrance, the frost of Moqiu is cold to the bones, and the heart of Dan is blue and the sky is long.
The wine is drunk, the chrysanthemum is full of branches, the golden wind sends a thousand mountains and blue, and the autumn frost dyes the white building.
Dyeing Chongyang, green leaves and safflower are golden and splendid, and the wine is homely.
The wind blows the water and knows the fluctuations, sighs the leaves are remnant, the people in front of the Yellow Crane Tower are not seen, and the east fence asks Chanjuan for the wine.
The west wind is yellow, the east fence is desolate about wine, the autumn frost is not dissociated, and the blue windows are dyed diligently.
Drunk west wind, full of golden yellow and red sun, reward Biyu, autumn frost dyed the proud sky.
When the autumn frost and red flowers reflect each other overnight, it is infinitely good, and the east fence gives new words to the wine.
Withered green trees, now the cold rain falls and the fragrance is still there, and the chrysanthemum is fragrant.
One night, the west wind is all over the ground, the east fence is drunk and the sun is heavy, and the autumn frost is not dissociated, and the blue windows are still dyed diligently.
Dye chrysanthemum, the blue sky is like a harvest scene of rice grain, and the wine is drunk in the sunset.
Pour three blue first, the autumn frost dyes a mountain red, the yellow flowers do not dissociate from people's minds, and the east fence laughs at the evening breeze.
The golden wind sent cool east fence short and long, and Mo Dao's autumn frost was blue and skyrocketing.
Seeing the chrysanthemum branches, it is golden and empty without blue color, which provokes acacia.
Dyeed Chongyang overnight, the water is blue and the mountains are fragrant, the golden is infinitely good, and the east fence talks about the vicissitudes of wine.
The water is blue and the scenery is good, the autumn frost is dyed, the chrysanthemum crab is fattened with fish and shrimp, and the east fence is drunk with Chongyang.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art