Talking about mulberry and hemp, it is my home, red like fire, and the sunset is all over the world.
Under the reflection of the mountain red, in the xia world, in the misty place, the lantern is hung on the mulberry tree.
The fishing boat sings the sunset picturesquely, reflecting the rainbow, the ethereal place, the drunken Weng Pavilion under the mulberry tree.
Mo on the mulberry hemp where is the house, the sunset is red through the green mountains, full of sunset endless.
Diagonally illuminating the east of the small bridge, a touch of sunset sky red, the smoke is misty, and the mulberry hemp tree is talking at home.
A touch of slanting light reflects the sunset, the sky is full, a few wisps go with the wind, and I see the farmer talking about mulberry hemp.
The smoke of the cooking surrounds several people's homes, and the farmer talks about mulberry hemp, the most is that the sunset is infinitely good, and the sunset is red all over the world.
Talking mulberry hemp, a few wisps of cooking smoke and sunset are red like fire, and they are all over the world.
The sunset scenery is good, reflecting the blue sky, a few wisps of cooking smoke are ethereal, and lanterns are hung on the mulberry trees.
Like the fire reflecting the mountain cliff, a touch of sunset shines on thousands of homes, a few wisps of cooking smoke around the cottage, and the words under the tree are mulberry hemp.
To the east of the small bridge, Mo Shang mulberry hemp green reflects red, infinitely good, and the sunset is full of rivers.
The slow moving lotus footsteps are sleepless at night, the flowers are like fire, and the light song and dance are intoxicating to the field.
Listening to the frog singing, a few wisps of breeze dance lightly in the sky, reflecting the sunset.
The fire alchemy pill is long and the sun and the moon are long, the light and wide sleeves are dancing, Chang'e drinks osmanthus wine slowly, and the frogs and drums and cicadas are singing at night.
Barilla, three cups of belly to taste the road of life, frogs, drums and cicadas chirp at night.
The drizzle combs the hair slowly, the frog drums and cicadas sing endlessly, the maple leaves are red through the frost, and the man dance is drunk in the golden autumn.
The sound of frogs continues to be boundless and slow to taste tea, and a light song is the spark.
Boiling tea, drizzling light fragrance tea to think about the past, into the window screen.
The clouds are light and the willows are soft, the fire trees and silver flowers reflect the small building, the fragrant tea is drunk, and the frog sound is like a hook.
Taste the tea, full of lotus ponds, pomegranate flowers like fiery red like blood, and the wind sends light fragrance to sleep.
With the moonlight, the willows are green, and the light song and dance are not old.
The silver flowers never sleep, the light song and dance wine invite the bright moon, and the frog drum is another year.
The old man combs the willow lightly, the first red spreads the mountain, and the golden bottle sings a song in the harvest year.
The jade finger is delicate and soft, and the moonlight of the lotus pond is light and green like smoke.
The moon is dusk, the clear night is deep, and the light is infinite, and the people are returned.
The reddish is like a fire, dancing, slowly shaking the lupine cicada and singing Daqian.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and the night is clear, the fire is born, the pu fan listens to the insect language, and the frog drum and cicada song accompany me.
A curtain of dreams is slow with the wind, the sound of frogs in several places is frequent, and the candle flame is red and light.
Spring is coming, slow cutting, thousands of wisps, like fire reflecting the building.
The fire trees and silver flowers never sleep in the city, the light song and dance music are leveled, the slow piano and the harmony are harmonious, and the frog drums and cicadas are accompanied by the moonlight.
Under the moon, I whispered and tasted the fire three watches, and I still heard the sound of frog drums when I drank slowly.
Entering the painting screen, accompanied by people, the pomegranate flowers are like fiery red and blood, and the dots are dyed thousands of miles away.
Another year in the sound of frog drums, slow will sing the heart shallowly, no one is harmonious, and the fire trees and silver flowers never sleep.
The moon is bright, the light song and dance are full of laughter, and the cicadas never sleep when they raise a glass and drink slowly.
Red dust song, three cups of spirits fragrant tea is drunk, happy and happy.
In a poem, the frog drum is deep and dark at night, and the candlelight is swaying and waving softly.
Another autumn, the yellow flowers are all over the land and the rivers and lakes are far away, and the forest and the moon are like hooks.
Yellow flowers and green bamboos fall all over the mountains and autumn, dyeing the beauty of the sunset, sending off the boat.
The boat travels thousands of miles in the middle of the river, the geese pass through the maple forest frost dyed autumn, the red leaves drift away with the water, and the yellow flowers are lonely with the wind flow.
The maple forest is an idiot, the boat crosses the wilderness and a few people know, the red leaves follow the flowing water, and the yellow flowers everywhere are given small poems.
Reflecting the white head, the incense is full of buildings, the boat is free, and the birds are chirping in the depths of the maple forest.
The water flows eastward, a few degrees of autumn, the love is not over, and the cold river is fishing alone in a lonely boat.
Who plays the flute in the water and boats, I chant poems, dance with the wind, and the yellow flowers everywhere are accompanied by rain.
The maple forest is dyed with frost and the boat is in the water, the red leaves drift into the dream with the wind, and the yellow flowers fall into the rain with leisure.
The red leaves are dyed in autumn, the yellow flowers everywhere compete for freedom, the boat chases the sunset, and the maple forest is full of returning gulls.
In September, the fragrance of yellow flowers fills the building, drunk and autumn, dyed with thousands of waves, and the clear water flows thousands of miles.
Lanzhou intends to follow the flowing water, the maple forest has no intention of falling in love with the sunset, the red leaves are full of mountains and autumn colors, and the yellow flowers are fragrant in the evening breeze everywhere.
The autumn air is clear, the boat crosses the wild and the red leaves dance with the wind, and the flowers are accompanied by the birdsong.
The mountains are full of red leaves, a river and autumn, thousands of miles of sorrow, do not see the blue boat across the field, and the sand gulls are hidden in the depths of the maple forest.
The yellow flowers are full of fragrance, the red leaves are drunk in autumn, the maple forest is dyed with thousands of waves, and the boat flows thousands of miles.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art