The white-haired decrepit man sat alone in the water, and the boy returned with a puzzled smile endlessly.
Bi Boping, white-haired, returning late at dusk, full of tiredness like a child.
The shepherd boy sang far away, and the wanderer returned to the village with nothing to do, and the carp sank with a rod.
In the new poem, in the old dreams of old children, Mo Xiaowan is in the shadows of the sun.
A declining man, I don't know where to go, fishing for the east wind.
On the top of the forest, help each other across the small bridge, the swallow returns and points to the apricot trick.
In the world, the sunset returns and the declining man sits opposite each other, and the bamboo fishing slanting sun.
The swallows returned to play and laugh, drunk and lying under the peach blossoms, and put paper poles.
The fairy Weng is gone, and the bamboo is green and green, and the child sweeps the stone and sits under the pine, and returns to the bright moon and the night is cold.
Fishing in the sunset, sitting alone by the stream with the Kasa Weng, returning to the fish basket full, leisurely and happy like a child.
Children in the mountains, not endless, no taste, a rod fishing sunset red.
Seeing the traces of the old people, the young courtyard boy, doing nothing, holding a rod to fish the sunset red.
When Weng fished Qingxi on the moon, there were thousands of threads, which meant that he still laughed at me when he returned.
The three poles are late, the swallows return to find the old master, and the village children point to the apricot blossom branches.
The night is blurring, the coolness hits people into the picture, the evening breeze blows on the face, and the frog sings through the moon pearl.
A rooster sings that the world is surprised, happy to welcome each other, the first appearance is cool, and the night is hazy and the moon is brighter.
The evening breeze blows the water murmuring, the frog sings the lotus pond and the moon is half bent, the coolness hits people who want to get drunk, and the hazy night does not want to return.
What does it mean, the boundless night is a field singing, and the wind blows dreams.
The hazy night is covered with light yarn, drunk, a gust of evening breeze blows on the face, and the frogs sing lotus flowers for ten miles.
Singing through the water and clouds, the evening breeze on the river blows the passenger boat, the coolness hits the people who want to get drunk, and the night is full of moon.
Mu the evening breeze, poetry and singing and music are endless, dissipating the coolness, and the night is drunk in a dream.
The coolness hits people, the night is hazy, the fields are singing, and the bright moon and breeze send the evening bell.
Walking alone, a trace of coolness does not understand the lovesickness, until dawn.
A rooster sings that the sun is slanting in the west, a few wisps of evening wind blow off the flowers, where the coolness hits people, and the night is covered with light veils.
The willows are like smoke, the frogs sing the lotus pond and people are drunk, and the hazy night is not sleeping.
Autumn leaves fly, the moonlight is faint in the hazy night, the cicadas sing and frogs sing harmonies, and the evening breeze blows.
The night is hazy and cool, and the evening breeze is incomprehensible and sings partridges.
Singing on the branches, where do you go in the evening, and the moon wanders.
The willow silk is long, the frog sings the cicada and the rice is fragrant, and the people are drunk, and the hazy night moon is like frost.
The clouds are light and cool, the moon is hazy, the frogs sing in the field, and a few wisps of cooking smoke send the evening breeze.
The moon is half-bright, through the window lattice, and the evening wind blows so that the sound of the scorpion does not stop.
The rooster is white, the evening breeze is cool, and the night is hazy and dreamy.
The evening breeze is light in the west, the magpies on the branches are singing, and the coolness hits people and the night shines on the return journey.
The coolness hits people, the night moon is like a hook, and the frog sound is soft, and the evening breeze is soft.
The lights are bright, the coolness shines through the window lattice, blowing people haggard, and singing to the end.
The high-rise buildings are bathed in the evening breeze, the sunset is red, and the autumn water of a river is vast and the moon is like a bow.
The coolness hits people in the autumn air, the moonlight is gone, the chickens sing the dawn, and a gust of evening wind blows the dream.
The night is vast and the moon is like a bow, the clear light is cool through the curtains, and the evening breeze is incomprehensible and sings red.
The rain is miserable, the embankment is full, the flute is far away, and the mandarin ducks play in the shallow stream.
Qingshan Creek welcomes tourists, sees shepherd boys in the green trees, the fragrance of apricot blossoms in March, and the spring breeze of willows dancing on both sides.
The shepherd boy cow crosses the small bridge on his back, and the apricot blossoms and willows dance in March.
The rain is miserable, the green embankment is full, the most is a stream of spring water rising, and the shepherd boy and the cow carry the west of the bridge.
The willows vaguely spit out the tender buds, the cows in the apricot blossom village play the flute, and the sunset falls on the bridgehead of the stream.
Around the village stream, the shepherd boy blows the flute on the back of the cow, and a tree of apricot blossoms and willow swallows flies.
Playing the transverse flute, the apricot blossoms at the head of the raccoon girl stream are red like fire and green like yarn.
Apricot blossoms, willows spit out new shoots, mountain streams and plumbing shepherd boys return to the sunset.
The green is faint, the apricot blossom shepherd boy plays the piccolo in March, and the water rises and clears the pool.
A stream of spring shepherd boy cow back horizontal, apricot blossom red like fire, green like a screen.
The shepherd boy cow carries the flute late, the peach by the stream is full of branches, a tree of apricot blossoms brings rain in spring, and two lines of willow summer poetry.
The spring of apricot blossoms has ended, the two rows of willows are green, the plumbing fish are jumping, and the shepherd boy is singing on the back of the cow.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art