The rippling spring light is ten miles in my heart, and the water and sky are the same color as the lake waves.
Drunk my heart, swinging the soul of poetry, the breeze adds new color to the face, and the green willows and weeping lakes play elegant sounds.
The willow-colored light smoke is far away from the trees, the lake waves are intoxicating, and the wind sends lotus fragrance into the painting building.
Send the evening cool, the water and the sky reflect the sun, and the lotus fragrance enters the gallery for ten miles.
The water is sparkling, and the lotus fragrance is like smoke and looks at the eyes, shining on the dust.
Chasing the water, rippling and waving the boat, the breeze blows the lake as before.
The willow shadow is long, a lake with clear water and fish jumping, fragrant into sleep.
The spring breeze on the lake is open in a mirror, and ten miles go with the waves, and you can tailor.
The rippling waves are new to the sun and the moon, the lotus fragrance is overflowing and the tourists are drunk, the water and sky are infinitely green, and the light boats on the lake are rippling frequently.
Ten miles of clean and dust-free, rippling waves reflect the new day, such as the smoke and wind, and the center of the lake is like a mirror moon sultry.
Looking at the harvest, into the eyes, tens of thousands of acres, the lotus fragrance is intoxicating.
The water washes the wind and dust, the mountain color is renewed, welcomes distant guests, and the sparkling and drunk tourists.
The sparkling sky is endless, falling into a dream, fascinated by the eyes, and the fishing platform on the island in the middle of the lake.
The lotus fragrance on the other bank reflects the slanting sun, the water and the sky are the same color, the clouds and mountains are far away, and the lakes and seas are in the same voice, and the years are long.
The moss is green, the lake reflects the sun and the willows are long, the fish are jumping, and the wind sends the lotus fragrance to sleep.
The lake is endless, the water does not flow, the wind and lotus fragrance people want to get drunk, and the blue waves ripple and float the boat.
The rippling willow leaves are new, the lotus fragrance is overflowing and the tourists are drunk, the water and the sky are infinitely blue, and the light boats on the lake are rippling frequently.
Drunk breeze, rippling waves like smoke and looking at the eyes, the scene is in the picture.
The smoke is ethereal and the mountain is colorless, the water is sound, the rippling waves are far away in the sky, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles in the painting.
Qingshan Lake and sea air, come to the emerald water cloud township on credit, a wisp of lotus fragrance is far away with the wind, and the waves are long dreams.
Reflecting the sunset, the breeze blows the lotus fragrance, infinite green, and the ten-mile lake embankment is full of galleries.
The lotus fragrance is ten miles away, people are not seen, and a lake of smoke and rain enters the poem.
Willow color, a lake of spring water rippling tourists drunk, to my home.
The night is hazy Moon Bay, the breeze is blowing willows, the light boat is rippling the Milky Way, and the fish is jumping over the bottom of the Longmen waves.
At the bottom of the waves, the green mountains and green waters, the streams, the fish and shrimp play, and the birds and birds in the quiet forest bay.
In the depths of the thatched hermitage, the dust of the bottom matter can not be participated, a stream of gurgling flows to the north, and the clarity is immersed in the south.
The spring breeze blows the peach and reflects the blue bay, and the fish leaps over the dragon gate and ripples between the water and clouds.
The jade surrounds the green mountains, where to go on both sides of the Qing people's house, between the waves.
Listening to the remnant wind and rain night, I watched the water and clouds in front of the window, and there was no news, only on the willow bank of Xiwan.
The east wind is drizzling, reflecting the creek bay, the fish is shallow and the tourists are drunk, and the swallow dance is long empty and the water is leisurely.
Around the embankment, cross the west of the bridge, the spring breeze blows the wrinkled yellow warbler and cries freely.
The waves are turning over the ink waves, the hills and ravines in the chest are not flowing eastward, and the bright moon shines on the river.
Between the blue clouds, the bottom of the Longmen waves is turned, and the stream is gurgling to send me across the front bay.
The autumn rain Xiaoxiang is a leaf in the river bay, and the wind blows the waves at the bottom of the sky.
Green Bay, flowing blue waves, rippling peach blossom water, the bottom of the pen also.
The yellow orioles sing the green willows, playing the clear waves, and singing all the way to the streams, streams, lakes and bays.
The water is blue, the sky is blue, the clouds are leisurely, the green lotus is played, the winding path leads to the secluded place, and the light of the lake reflects the green bay.
The stream is gurgling like a sound, a bay of jasper goes around the mountain, and the fish soars shallow and the sky is clear.
Jasper Bay, willow silk, clouds drunk, waves let me delete.
The clear spring at the bottom of the stream is on the stone on the qin, the mountain is high and the water is far away from the sound, the murmuring is inexhaustible in the world, and it is shallow and deep before flowing to the bay.
Outside the water spirit curtain, he refused to rest tonight, and he frowned on his brows overnight.
The road is lost, around the west of the city, the fish leap at the bottom of the peach blossom waves, and the water birds cry before the catkins wind.
A leaf flat boat moored in the shallow bay, the fishing song in the depths of the breeze and bright moon, suspected to be the peach source cave bottom fairy.
At the bottom of the pool, the clouds and water enter the painting, and the jasper reflects the red mountains all the way.
The starlight is faint, the flowers at the bottom of the pen are murmuring, and the dream is still fragrant.
Around the green mountains, the clear stream flows, and the light boat on the water is shallow and leisurely.
The years are in a hurry, a light is like a bean, and the reunion of thousands of households is quiet, and the spring of the countryside is strong.
The night is as cool as water, deeper and leaning on the railing, a light is red like fire, full of Chang'an.
Thousands of miles of sky with the waves, thousands of autumns day and night with the tide, a light to extinguish the end of the world, two sleeves of the breeze and the sound of the cape.
If the bean shines on the window, Wan Lai is silent and clear, I don't know where to go, listen to the wind and rain to the third watch.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art