February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Partridge sky, leaning on the railing alone, the sound is constant, and the candlelight shakes the shadow and tears are hard to dry.
The center of the earth is still strong, the figure is oblique, there is nothing to do, listen to the birds.
The clouds and shadows in the floating sky are not visible, there are traces, listening to the night rain, and a curtain of silence locks the dusk.
Listening to the noise of rain in front of the quiet window of the small building, a song is getting farther away from the song, and the two lines of clear tears are lonely.
Yayun is drunk together, quiet and dust-free, the singing is getting farther and farther away, and the three glasses of turbid wine are lonely.
Poetry and elegant rhyme corresponding, the shadow is oblique, there are no vulgar guests in the mountain village, and they listen to the bird's words.
Alone in front of the window, I heard the birds in my dreams, listened to the drizzle in the middle of the night, and waited for the dawn in my heart.
The water flows artesianly, listening to the wind and watching the rain and falling leaves go with the waves, and the moon travels.
The bright moon in front of the window listens to the wind, the night is cold, a few stings wake up from a dream, and a curtain of laurel shadow is fragrant.
The shadow of the breeze is light, the drizzle is silent, the path is deep and listens to the birds, and the silence sees the people.
The birds have no song, sitting alone by the stream and listening to the clear water, the sound is getting farther away, and a bright moon shadow is walking.
Songjing is my hometown in the depths of no one, Chuanshan Temple, a touch of green smoke into the sunset.
Ethereal, pine wind and bamboo rhyme water show people are intoxicated, send the sunset.
The ancient temple is separated from the forest, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and deep, the pine wind blows the tourists drunk, and a few white clouds float in the heart.
The eyes of the green mountains, where the bell is sparse, in the sound of autumn, sleep alone with the white clouds.
The sassy forest passed, a few white clouds drifted into the arms, the ancient temple sparse bell spread far and near, and there were people coming everywhere.
The white clouds are swirling around the pines, and the mountains are empty and faintly swinging the boat.
The sound of the sky is about to know, Qingzhang Qian blows off the affairs of the world, and walks freely.
Zhu Yan is lonely, the sparse bell and twilight drum wander by themselves, the bright moon knows people's intentions, and the white clouds return with a long companion.
The sound of autumn is far away, between heaven and earth, the ancient temple is sparse and the bell is shocking, and the green smoke is the township.
Invisible, empty murmuring, green shoes cloth socks Noji mountain moon cold.
The sparse bell is lonely, and the green smoke and sunset do not understand the tourists' wishes, and they still send the white clouds into a dream.
The green yarn surrounds the blue sky, the twilight drum accompanies the morning breeze, and the pine path is misty in the white clouds.
The pine cypress flies in the shade is the mountain forest, and the sparse bell faintly roars the green ape in the distance.
Where to find, bamboo rhyme accompanied by Yaoqin, send good sound.
In the twilight of the sparse clock, the sunset is red, and the white clouds on the pine path are ethereal.
The pine wind and bamboo rhyme are full of red mountains, floating blue sky, the sparse bell is spread far and near, and the green smoke is in the middle.
In the depths of the white clouds, there is a hidden fairy trail, the green cypress and pine reflect the blue sky, and the mountains and lakes are accompanied by dredging in the twilight.
Violet skirt, smell through the water, come to the pillow, and the depths are several peaks.
The green cypress and pine are lonely, the white clouds and yellow cranes are free, the sparse bell is faintly spread outside the sky, and a touch of green smoke is in the sky.
Yellow cranes, white clouds, and cypresses are self-swaying, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the bell has a lot of charm.
Smell across the river, near the water, a pine wind blows the sunset, and several peaks in the depths of the white clouds.
The scenery of the mountains and rivers is different, the ancient temple is sparse and deep, and there are few traces, and the white clouds float over the east of the small bridge.
Proud snow and frost, the sky is full of red leaves dancing neon clothes, and the original intention of the mountain flowers is to the sun.
I don't know, the green pines and cypresses have not changed the color of the year, and they are blooming.
I don't know, I haven't changed the old posture, and the green pines and cypresses are always poems.
With Luotuo, why not have their own Lingyun ambition in the landscape, and help the world.
Green bamboo, green pine, red leaf chrysanthemum, yellow flowers, do not feel the autumn wind cold, fall asleep.
The cold plum winter goes to float the red leaves, the green cypress comes to the green pine in spring, the years are ruthless, the people are easy to change, and the mountains and rivers are long and difficult to walk.
The fragrance of grass and trees is empty, the river does not change the old time, the cypress stands in the wind, and the red leaves and yellow flowers bring dew.
Change the old makeup, spit out the fragrance, welcome the guests, and send the dark fragrance of red leaves and yellow flowers.
Snow bucket frost, wind dancing sunset, infinitely good, what if you change the sky and the earth.
The red leaves fall on the shoulders all over the sky, reflecting the small building, people are easy to change, and there is a dream water flowing in the mountains and mountains.
The original intention of the mountain flowers is to the sun, the green cypress and green pines welcome distant guests, and the golden wind and red leaves send a fragrance.
If you don't change it, you can go to the rivers and mountains, the green pines welcome the guests, and the yellow flowers and red leaves send you on the journey.
The green pines and cypresses are proud of the sky, reflecting the blue sky, and the lake is infinitely good, changing the sky and the earth to build miraculous feats.
The yellow flowers everywhere reflect the red leaves, the green pines and green cypresses are proud of the sky, and the Lingyunzhi has not changed for thousands of years, and the rivers and mountains are in the middle of thousands of miles.
The road is difficult, and the green pine often accompanies me without changing its original intention, and the leaf is the most well-known.
The millennium does not change the old face, at a glance, the green cypress and green pines welcome the distant guests, and the yellow flowers and red leaves are all over the township.
The green pines reflect the blue sky, the slopes are full of red leaves dancing, the mountain flowers are splendid to welcome tourists, and the spring breeze is another year.
The mandarin ducks play in the water and the willows are long, and the swallows build warm beds with mud