February** Dynamic Incentive Program
Reflecting the slanting sun, the fallen leaves are silently full of yellow, the herringbone is far away, and the hole flute is broken.
Sleepless in the middle of the night until dawn, where are the people, and the dream of the goose word cannot be realized.
The autumn moon is bright, and the hole flute blows through the loneliness and no one speaks, and the sound is intermittent.
The hole flute blows through the moonlight, the geese call the frost and the wind, there is no place to send the acacia, and the autumn sound is full of sycamores all night.
Empty self-talking, the birds near the village are like geese in the north, and a song blows the moon in the hole.
There is a sound in the night of Xiaoxiang, the empty steps drip until the dawn, the song of the cave flute knows where, and the dream cannot be realized when you return.
The autumn wind sends the wild goose cave Xiao to think of his hometown, and the bright moon sighs and tears in the air.
Xiao several degrees of autumn, the south flying geese and falling leaves dance with the wind, according to the small building.
The old trees are empty and the new leaves are empty, the cicadas outside the window are intermittent, the people flying south are far away, and the hole flute blows through to the dawn.
The festival is homesick, extraordinarily yellow, looking at the bright moon on a tall building alone, and the dogwood is plugged all over what.
The garden is full of fragrance, joyful, and the dogwood wine is homely.
The tall building looks at the distant mountain, the dogwood is not inserted and it is the advent day, who smiles with the chrysanthemum.
The dogwood people did not return, looking at the wild goose flying south, and Chongyang was a chrysanthemum toast.
The golden wind sends cool chrysanthemums to be extraordinarily fragrant, and the high-rise building is inserted alone.
Chrysanthemum fragrance, Chongyang is joyful, Zhu Yu thinks of her hometown, and talks homely.
Qinghui night is not young, so what's the matter, Chongyang does not see the chrysanthemum is extraordinarily fragrant.
Dogwood is planted all over for another year, looking at the clouds, there are no wild geese flying south, only the fragrance of chrysanthemums is full of gardens.
Chongyang is another autumn year, the fragrance of chrysanthemums under the fence is full of buildings, and the west wind is not inserted into tears.
In autumn again, go upstairs, think of your hometown, and look at Shenzhou from a high place.
Climb the heights alone to look at the vastness, and the dogwood is full of hometowns, and it is the Double Ninth Festival, and the chrysanthemums bloom next to the small building.
Dogwood is inserted all over the high-rise buildings to look at the hometown, and it is common to see the opening of the Chongyang Festival near the festival.
The festival is coming, Kyushu incense, climbing high and looking at the southern flying geese, who will be full of dogwood.
The autumn breeze is bleak and the chrysanthemums are yellow, and it is a year to think about the hometown, drinking sake and tears alone.
Looking at his hometown, the dogwood has not been frosted before the sideburns, and Chongyang is a chrysanthemum.
Near Chongyang, chrysanthemums bloom all over the clear light and the night is long, homesick.
Jun has not returned, the geese have flown south, and the dogwood is all over the night.
When I came to my house, I climbed high and saw the southern flying geese and the wild chrysanthemums.
Yin into the spring Chongyang cinnamon incense, dogwood people are not old, and the vicissitudes of life.
Dogwood is planted all over the wild goose flying south, alone on the high-rise building to look at the cuiwei, and it is the Double Ninth Festival, and the chrysanthemum is waiting for the king to return with a smile.
In September of Chongyang, the chrysanthemums bloomed in front of the small building, looking at the southern flying geese alone, and the dogwood people were not returned.
After Penglai, come to a dream, the herringbone is far away, and the spring flowers and autumn moon water towns open.
The waves are blooming, the ship is breaking through the fog, there is no beautiful scenery, and the south and the south of the world are wandering.
The wild geese fly south for another year, winning the peach source, a thousand waves, and the fish leaps into the dragon gate for thousands of miles.
I wandered in the past in the rivers and Hubei, the boat traveled thousands of miles and the turmoil was evil, and the fish jumped over the dragon gate.
The boat is swaying, the wolf smoke rises on the Diaoyu Island, the northern war drives the Japanese robbers, and the red cuckoos in the bloody water town.
There is wolf smoke on the Diaoyu Island, thousands of miles of boats, there is no war in Moshui Township, and the south and north are leisurely.
Decades of southern conquest and northern war, Yunshui Township Guan dreamed, the wind and rain crossed with the boat, and the fish book and goose word sent Chanjuan.
Spend the world together, and the fish and geese pass on the book and feel close. Thousands of miles of Yangtze River boats, wolf smoke on Diaoyu Island, the blood of heroes in the southern and northern wars, turned into a splendid sky in the water town. The fish flies shallow birds, and the boat arrives at the bridgehead people.
has not returned, the scenery of the water town is good, and the south and north are full of sunrise.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art.