Chrysanthemum yellow, drunk sunset, Mo Dao autumn frost is a long blue sky.
Such as washing the clouds and rolling up, a piece of autumn frost dyes the temples.
The clouds are light and the geese are flying south, the autumn frost is dyed when it is red, and the chrysanthemum and cinnamon are drunk with wine.
The wind blows the leaves and falls on the east fence chrysanthemums, and the autumn frost dyes the mountains and green for a good time.
Thousands of miles of boats, green trees around the clouds, a leaf with the waves, egrets swirling.
The green trees and white clouds fly, reflecting the green and micro, and the blue sky and spring water carry the boat back.
The breeze blows the water like silver, the clouds are thousands of miles, the clear sky is infinitely good, and the green mountains and green trees are more charming.
The blue sky is sunny and sunny, the scenery near the water is new, the blue sea and clear waves, the green trees and birds are singing in spring.
The sunny side is good, the rain is new, the moon is the first, and the good day is good.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait are linked, the vast blue sea is rippling, the blue sky and white clouds are ethereal, and the fishing boats sing the evening water.
The clouds and water are vast and clear, and the blue miles are at the mercy of the waves, and the green mountains and birds are singing.
Flying egrets, playing mandarin ducks, the vast blue sea is endless, and the green mountains are the hometown.
The blue sea and clear sky are leading, the green mountains and green trees are rippling and rippling, and the blue sky and egrets are swirling.
The love is restrictive, the heart is blue and the sea is lingering, and the blue sky is a bay of water in the world.
At a glance, the blue sky is thousands of miles away, the blue sea is thousands of sails, and the birds are chirping.
Double flying swallows, mandarin ducks sleep on their necks, blue seas and clear skies and green trees are affectionate.
Where is home, the green mountains are still blowing a river, and the sky is flying waves.
Green trees, green mountains and blue seas are in the west and east, thousands of miles are endless, and you can walk freely.
The small bridge and flowing water surround the edge of the village, the green trees and blue sky reflect the eyes, the blue sea and clear waves of fish play in the waves, and the green mountains and cypress birds talk about Zen.
The blue sky is clear, the water and clouds are distinct, the blue sea is endless, and the ethereal green mountains are limited.
The moonlight is clear, the birds are singing, and the water follows the waves, cutting through the blue sky and uneven waves.
The tree welcomes the guests, the waves reflect the tower, let Shu roll, leisurely wandering in the water.
The river flows eastward and does not return, the white clouds fly, endlessly, the green trees and green mountains shine with the sun and the moon.
The blue sky is like a wash and does not return, the blue sea and clear sky are infinitely good, and a round of red sun shines on the green mountains.
The clear sky is double flying swallows, the green mountains and green trees are entwined, the river is wrinkled, and the blue sky and white clouds are thousands of miles.
The green trees and green mountains are opened, let them wander, thousands of miles are endless, and the river comes back leisurely.
The plumbing duck in the spring river goes first, the blue sky and white clouds are vertical and horizontal, the blue sea and clear sky are infinitely good, and the green mountains and green trees are always concerned.
The clouds and mist are open, the water is shining and the blue sea is endless, and the mountains are tailored.
A few wisps of cooking smoke surround my house, the shepherd boy cow carries the flute obliquely, and the sunset on both sides of the river is covered with colorful glow.
On the back of the cow, the smoke starts from the hometown, and when it returns late, a touch of red glow reflects the face.
A river with clear water and the sunset shines on the evening boat, and in the misty place, the shepherd boy and the cow carry the flute sound.
Red like fire, full of sunset around the farmhouse, flute singing.
A few wisps of cooking smoke surround the eaves, the shepherd boy cow carries the flute sweetly, the peach blossoms reflect the sun as red as fire, and the sunset on the human face is relatively added.
The evening breeze blows, the smoke curls around the people from the west, and a touch of residual glow reflects the red of the mountains.
The west mountain reflects the green slightly, the sunset obliquely shines on the colorful clouds flying, the cooking smoke curls around the farmhouse, and the transverse flute cow returns.
A touch of sunset and clear water reflect the red mansion, and a few wisps of smoke are filled with a shepherd boy's flute.
The smoke surrounds the trees, and the shepherd boy cow reflects the bright moon in the stream, which is extraordinarily red.
The sound of the flute on the back of the ox is long, a few wisps of cooking smoke surround the trees, the sunset is red like fire, and the mountain flowers are full of streams.
The night is dark, the people have not returned, a few wisps of cooking smoke go with the wind, and the shepherd boy and the cow carry the flute cold.
In the mountains, the sky is reflected, and the smoke is a few wisps of flute and the sunset is red.
The smoke of the cooking is around the trees, the back of the shepherd boy and the cow is as red as fire, and a touch of sunset falls on the distant mountains.
A few wisps of cooking smoke surround the house, the shepherd boy and the cow carry the flute for a long time, and the green mountains on both sides of the strait send the sunset.
The shepherd boy flute rises from the twilight clouds, and the red glow reflects the green light in the sunset.
Reflecting the blue sky, between the colorful clouds in the west, winding around the farmhouse, blowing the orchestra.
The sky is full of sunset in the west, reflecting the mountains and rivers, and the smoke curls around the back of the transverse flute cow to sleep.
The smoke starts at dusk, the flute is played, the lotus flowers are red like fire, and the sunset is flowing in the west.
In the sound of the shepherd boy cow's back flute, a few wisps of cooking smoke curl in the blue sky, and the most is the sunset reflecting the red of the mountains.
Reflecting the sun, drunk sunset, farmhouse, transverse flute playing music.