It is difficult for fish to jump, but the birds on the other side are not frightened by the smoke, the fragrance of flowers makes people drunk, and the shadows of trees and clouds are moving, and the dawn is bright.
The autumn air is crisp and the white clouds are flying. The maple leaves are as red as the plum blossoms in February. I put on light makeup to welcome the guests from afar. The geese return to the south without thinking about returning.
The peach blossoms are uniquely red. Spring comes and autumn goes to the west and the east, and the geese fly south and the wind blows gently into their dreams.
I wonder who the geese are flying south in my youth, and when autumn comes, I will find someone to send the poem to.
How long will it take to come back? The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle. The autumn light is infinitely beautiful, and the red maples and chrysanthemums are so beautiful that I don’t want to go back.
Autumn is thick one year, and the mountains are dyed red. The sky is high and the clouds are pale, and I return to the south to look for old traces.
When spring comes, the red and purple flowers compete with each other. When autumn comes, the yellow flowers are sad alone. The wild geese flying in the north and south are looking forward to your return.
The weather is new, spring is here again, and in autumn everything is as red as fire.
The geese are flying south, the clouds are flat at dusk, the sky is high and the fallen leaves are light. There is no way that autumn will dye the mountains red.
I like to recite poems, the branches are red when frost stains them, the clouds are pale and the sky is blue, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the geese are flying south at the right time.
In the infinite painting of frost-stained maple forest, geese fly south through the windy sky.
The clouds are clear, the sky is high, and the sun is in the middle. People are in the north and west, and the autumn light is not as red as the maple forest.
Fly away and never look back, the sky is high and I am so sad, the maple leaves are speechless after the frost and the water flows forever.
The sky is red, the sky is red, the wind is light and the clouds are flying south to find old traces.
Smiling at the red and yellow face, it is easy to grow old. Listening to the wind and rain, the hair on the temples is beginning to fall, and the wild geese fly south and go upstairs alone.
The heart is not old, and the wild geese fly south in the wind and rain. When autumn comes, the yellow flowers are thin again, and a touch of residual red enters the green.
Flying away without a trace, the clouds are pale and the sky is thousands of miles high. There is no way that the deep autumn blooms in the small building.
Autumn is deepening again. The garden is filled with red maples and chrysanthemums, the sky is high and the wind is light, and the geese flying north and south are sending good news.
The face of the golden crown is red, the sound of autumn flying is still there, the light clouds are dancing in the blue sky.
An old man, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, and the geese are traveling south. Everything is withered, but the chrysanthemums are exceptionally red.
It is a long way for the wild geese to return to the south. The sky is high and the clouds are light and leisurely. The golden breeze brings refreshing autumn scenery. The maple leaves are red again and again.
It is spring and autumn again. The remaining red leaves have disappeared and the water flows eastward. The wind is light and the clouds are flying south. I feel sad for a few times.
There is no one on the ground, the wind and rain are flying southward, the sky is high and the clouds are pale and the moon is like a hook.
The buildings are full of flowers, and the wild geese flying south are so sad. It is not surprising that the maple leaves are red at the beginning of February.
Another winter, the clouds are light and the moon is hazy, the autumn is cold and the dew is cold, the chrysanthemums are thin, and the maple leaves are unusually red after frost.
Autumn comes and the wind and rain make people grow old, the remaining red water chases the water, and the floating clouds are indifferent to the sorrow of the geese flying south.
When winter comes and spring comes, when will the claws rest? Fei Ge indulges in wine and romance.
Lingshuang's ambition is not over yet, and he sees green branches again, and the romantic songs are not as flying as the sky.
Flying and singing about Dadong, there are several people who are romantic and suave, and there is endless ice and frost in the south of the Yangtze River and in the north of the Yangtze River.
No matter what, I fly and sing, spring returns to the earth and the moon flies like a shuttle in the sky.
The flowers are blooming, the heating is coming, and the swallows and orioles are flying gracefully to the Yaotai.
Open geometry, everywhere is whirling, romantic is the most sentimental kind, flying songs and drinking to the moon in the middle of the night.
Flying and singing about the big river, dancing gracefully and gracefully, spring returns to the north of the Great Wall and thousands of waves in the south of the Yangtze River.
The elegant and suave descends to the Yaotai, flying songs move Jiu Gai, and the wonderful pen blooms, and the fragrance of snow comes.
It is spring again in March of this year, the pear blossoms are like snow and willows are like silver, and the people in the dream are singing and dancing.
A wisp of soul, the subtle fragrance floats all over the spring garden, the most sentimental kind, drunk with wine and songs.
A flying song sings about Kyushu, the mountains and rivers compete with each other, the flowers on the earth are blooming in spring, the snow melts and the ice disappears, and the joy is thick.
A generation of romantic people dance in the world of mortals, and their peach blossoms fall all over the world.
The fragrance of spring competes for beauty, but the song of snow and soul is astonishing, and has a lasting romantic charm through the ages.
In the ice and snow, it is the time of flowers again, and the wind has flown and sang from the bamboo branches since ancient times.
Entering the dream river, the waves of the past are not diminished. When spring comes, you can see thousands of flowers and trees again. Only when the snow falls do you know how many tears you will shed.
Don't compete with the other girls for romance, just sing a song in Kyushu, and when spring comes, the building will be filled with ice and fragrance.
Another round, no trace of the claws left in the snow and mud, drunk with thousands of cups of wine, who is the romantic and suave person.
Standing on the snow, Chengmen welcomes the rising sun, sailing to learn the sea and spending the spring and autumn, and the romantic and suave flying songs are rewarded with great ambitions.
A flying song gracefully competes with the gods, and spring returns to the earth, the sky is full of moon and the boat is full.
Insufficiency theory moves the universe, and spring returns to the earth.
The branches in the south of the Yangtze River are full of flowers, and the geese in the north of the country are late in returning. When Fei Ge sings a charming and suave song.
Plum blossoms come again in autumn, spring comes and winter is always ruthlessly missed, and the moon fills the building with flying songs in the middle of the night.
Smiling calmly all the way, singing the great harmony through the ages, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the snow is exquisite.
How many idiots have been romantic since ancient times, Feige writes new poems, spring comes with thousands of willows and flowers, and autumn leaves with thousands of red maples and snowy branches.
No lingering, the snow melts and the ice disappears, all things are fresh, the orioles fly and sing in the prosperous age, and the romantic talents write poems.
There was a strong west wind last night, Dukang was drunk with wine and sad. Today I am happy to see the red maple leaves, and I want to send my love to my hometown.
The wine is overflowing with fragrance, and when I am drunk, I recite poetry even more wildly. I want to ride the wind and burst into tears of joy.
I am happy to see autumn come and feel refreshed, and want to return home. I sing a song like three cups of old Dukang.
Farmers are busy. The fields are happy to see the sudden rain and are not afraid. They just drink Dukang for a good harvest.
Drinking a thousand cups of wine, tasting Dukang among the flowers, enjoying the sight of the mortal world and filling the courtyard with fragrance.
Dukang is drunk with fine wine tonight. He drinks thousands of cups in high spirits. He wants to ask Chang'eThe magpie builds the golden bridge.
When we gather together to talk about our hearts, we sing and drink wildly, why do we need to ask Du Kang.
I want to ride the wind to Taihang . The earth is wearing new clothes, and I drink Dukang without any intention of laughing and talking.
I am getting crazier as I grow older, fine wine is better than fine wine, I enjoy drinking happily in the prosperous times, I want to ride the wind into dreamland.
Drinking fine wines and delicacies without thinking about it, I want to invite the bright moon and the gentle breeze to send you the dark fragrance.
I like to see heroes gather together, express their innermost feelings, sing wildly and drink their passion to Du Kang.
The westerly wind blows wildly over the grass and trees, and the fine wine fills my heart with sorrow. What is the best thing in life?
Drinking Dukang relieves sorrow, and wants to bring the gentle breeze of my mind to the dark fragrance.
I like to watch Mid-Autumn Festival Guizihuang. I want to tell my heart to my heart. Why do I need to ask Du Kang when I sing and drink wildly.
The night is still young, and I like the fragrance of osmanthus the most. I sing a wild song to invite the bright moon, and drink thousands of glasses of wine to get Dukang drunk.
Autumn is coming, the wind and rain are coming, Dukang is drunk with wine and the sun is setting, so why not enjoy the most joyful wine in life.
A cup of Dukang has three hundred cups. Who can be crazy if you don’t get drunk with a thousand cups? I want to entrust my thoughts to the bright moon, but I like the gentle breeze to carry the dark fragrance.
The land of China is filled with yellow, the golden breeze brings coolness, I drink thousands of glasses of wine, and I lie drunk in a high-rise building to taste Dukang.
In high spirits, Dukang was drunk with a thousand cups of fine wine. He liked the thing in the cup the most and wanted to discuss the pros and cons with Chang'e.
A cup of tea is better than Dukang. After three cups, I feel like I am crazy. I want to tell my thoughts to the bright moon, and I am happy to fall asleep tonight.
I like to see the farmhouses full of grain, and I want to return home with the refreshing golden breeze. I sing a song like three cups of old Dukang.
The autumn wind brings a faint fragrance, the magpies on the branches startle the world with their song, and the drunken drink of a thousand cups transforms into Dukang.
The wind and rain are crazy, Dukang is drunk with fine wine and sad. He likes the thing in the cup most, and wants to drink a thousand cups of tears.
The wild paths are sloping, and flowers are flying everywhere. The east wind blows thousands of trees overnight, and willow swallows carry mud to my house.
As spring goes and autumn comes, my temples are blooming. Let the rain hit me, and the willows, swallows, and peach blossoms will fly through the sky.
The east wind blows through the mud to build a love nest, and the rain moistens the peach blossoms, which are enchantingly embroidered by skillful hands.
degrees Liu Yan comes frequently, the east wind brings new things, the rain has passed and the sky is clear it is spring again.
The sky is clear and everything is growing, spring is coming, the grass is green and the flowers are red, the breeze blows on our faces and we fly together to play in the evening sky.
In the spring of March, there are many falls, and the fragrance of willows and swallows in the wind intoxicates passers-by.
Xiaoqiaodong, the blue sky is cut, the rain hits banana and the flowers fall red in the late spring.
Cut new branches, the breeze is as thin as silk, the sky is clear after the rain, the flowers are blooming, the ground is warm and the grass is lush in spring.
The plantain dream will not come true, the spring and autumn are always related to love, and the east wind blows through thousands of miles.
As spring passes and autumn comes, the grass is green, the rain falls and drifts, the willows, swallows and poplars move alone.
The autumn wind blew the painting screen all night, the willow swallows danced in front of the window, and the leaves of the sycamore tree fell and the grass turned green with the coming of spring.
Like willow swallows, the breeze blows across the east of the small bridge, carrying the rouge color of rain, and spring is on the branches.
The pear blossoms are colorful with the rain, and it is always spring with a riot of purple and red. A wisp of breeze blows across the face, shuttles the willow swallows and cuts the soul of poetry.
Where does spring return? Bajiao knocks on the door at night, and willows and swallows fly over Xinghua Village.
The world of mortals is blowing in the face, willow swallows are flying through the sky, the sky is clear and the flowers are blooming, and the four seasons of the world are always like spring.
The willow swallow cuts the silk ribbon, the peach blossoms are particularly delicate, and the beautiful scenery is better than the spring morning after the rain.
-- Zheng Huixian
