Four wild flowers compete for beauty, the sun shines and the water in the three rivers is red, and the valleys and mountains are green in the east of the small bridge.
red paper small characters convey good sounds, and green willows sway the wind and the water are all intimate.
Thousands of mountains are always in love, the spring breeze is green and the willow branches are clamoring, butterflies dance and peach blossoms are red everywhere.
A little thick in the bush, the green color reflects the sky, and the birds sing and the stamens among the flowers on the trees are bright red.
Birds sing deep trees in the east of the small bridge, peach blossoms reflect the red sun, and thousands of waters and mountains brush their faces green and lush.
The flowers are red, accompanied by the singing of birds, and the green willows are hanging silk and thousands of water are in the painting.
0 million waters and mountains, the green bridge is east of the green bridge, the birds sing, the green willows and peach blossoms reflect the red sun.
blows on the wind on the face, and in the painting of thousands of water, birds sing, green bamboos shine beautifully in spring, butterflies dance and peach blossoms reflect the red sun.

One night the east wind competes for red peaches and plums, and thousands of mountains and rivers droop their silks and fish in the evening sunny.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River is warm and the spring waves are green, thousands of mountains and trees are flowers, and the small words are sent to the ends of the world.
Ice disappears and birds sing, willows and green grasses, and thousands of mountains and rivers and rivers are full of painting.
Red like fire, rhyme like zither, autumn wind blows green for thousands of mountains always spring.
Purple swallows fly to cut the willow branches, it is right for the new buds to break through the ground, and the red and green spring breeze laughs at me.
No flowers are seen, purple swallows build their nests, spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river, and thousands of peach blossoms reflect the colorful clouds.
Yellow orioles sing purple swallows, new buds break through the ground for another year, thousands of reds and greens bring warmth and fresh flowers.
February spring breeze blows on your face, thousands of reds and greens bloom, new buds break through the ground to welcome the sun, and purple swallows carry mud to build an old house.
double flying into the painting, new buds break through the ground, all green and beautiful, and the spring breeze spreads all over the ground overnight.
Willow branches hang, purple swallows fly into the green, spring breeze and flowers fill the trees, thousands of reds and greens compete for the fragrance.

Purple swallows hold mud clouds and water banks, new buds break through the willow branches, thousands of reds and greens compete for color, and the spring breeze arrives in Jiuzhou overnight.
One night the spring breeze blooms one after another, thousands of reds and greens are allowed to be cut, and new buds break through the soil and carry mud to build an old house.
Yangtze River Water goes east, spring breeze turns into rain and breaks through the ground, and the mountains are green, and purple swallows carry mud and the people are melting.
tender flowers, bringing mud purple swallows into whose house, the green south bank of the river, and thousands of peach red spots reflect the colorful clouds.
double flying, new buds are green, tens of millions of fertile fields are beautiful, and the spring breeze and rain moistens the flowers.
The spring breeze blows on the face, a little red in the bushes, and the tender leaves and new buds of purple swallows dance in the clear sky.
New buds break through the soil and carry mud to build small buildings, don’t say that the spring breeze fills the country with green.
In the sight of the country, the flowers are red, and the new buds break through the ground and dance through the clouds and the sky.
Blow the leaves and snow, and the country is red for thousands of miles. Don’t say that there are traces of Concubine Yang Xizi.
The sky is full of frost, which is pitying. How can Concubine Yang be lonely and cold?

White-headed man, the redder color, and he will not dance with Yang Fei Xizi in the east wind.
sings, bathing in the spring breeze, dreaming of mandarin ducks in the red gauze tent, a tree of pear blossoms 0,000 points of love.
Cold plums are proud of the snow, thousands of branches and thousands of flowers are reflected in the red , Yang Fei bathes in the east of the water.
was once Yang Fei went out to the frontier, and the love of the west was washed with a silk, and a tree in a thousand years was set in the sky.
White clouds and the thousand-year-old trees in the North Ridge, the red sun and the east mountains and the clouds are thousands of miles away, don’t say Yang Fei’s west yarn.
0,000 red spots, peach blossoms are all over the tree, spring is thick, I can't help but feel the pain of lovesickness, and I am drunk in my dream by the lake in Xizi.
Willows are long, there are two lines of tears in front of Yang Fei’s tomb, the beauty in the red gauze tent is drunk, and a tree of pear blossoms presses over the crabapple.
The remaining red leaves all the cold plums are beautiful alone, not Yang Fei’s slim waist.
peach blossoms reflect the blue sky, the spring scenery in the garden cannot relieve the pain of lovesickness, how can the West bear the loneliness and prosperity?
The willows by the lake are green, the water is crystal clear when you come out, and the pear blossoms fall in the red gauze tent.

A song of fisherman singing the sunset, the bright moon shines on the end of the world, and the breeze sends my home at night.
hangs in the sky, fishermen on both sides of the shore grow kites, the breeze blows wrinkle water, and the light boat carries me to sleepless at night.
When will the breeze and bright moon stop? The fisherman is not seen fishing down the hook, and the river water is still sleeping on the cold current.
A round of bright moon fishing among the blue waves, the river breeze blows gently and does not think about sleeping.
Baxia rain, Chujiang clouds, fishermen, don’t blame the breeze for being alone.
When the eastward flows endlessly, the spring rain rises on the autumn pond, and the fisherman casts a net and hangs willow branches.
Fishing with the waves flat, the bright moon and the breeze are deeper and nothing to do, who will the autumn scenery of a river fall for?
vaguely shines on the cold shadow, fisherman fishes alone in the sky, and the autumn scenery of a river silently falls into his dream.
Jiang Village is filled with water at dusk, and the night is quiet without wind. The fisherman blows the flute on the other side of the river, and a bright moon shines on the boat.


The river village crossing, the cold invades the wild temple bell, don’t ask where the fisherman goes, a bright moon shines on the pines.
Dreams for thousands of miles, fishermen fish in a lake with autumn, vast rivers and sky are vast, quiet nights, light winds and light boats.
Day and night, a river of spring water gushes poetry, the fisherman returns late after casting a net, the bright moon and breeze crosses Banqiao.
xiaohi Bright moon gorge , fisherman sings at night on the sunset building, a river of spring water floats northward towards the clan.
East Mountain Red Leaf River is original in plain clothes, and a few white clouds and bright moon send coolness.
Step on the bright moon, shouldering one shoulder to shoulder and rushing, the sunrise and the mountain shines on the green light.
East Mountain is sunny, nine curves are walking around the peaks, and the white clouds hang high in the depths of the ancient city.
Where can I find a white cloud? Half the bright moon shines on the empty forest. The twilight in front of the river in Dongshan Temple is deep.
evening breeze is light, a red field, and a few white clouds and bright moon shine in the river.
A river of mist and rain covers the veil, the east mountain reflects the colorful clouds, and a few white clouds and bright moon shine on the end of the world.
are all dreams, the bright moon is always in love, the east mountain is never old, the river flows forever forever sounds.

A bright moon and white clouds are floating, and the autumn wind on the river vaguely sees the smoke from the cooking stove.
The birds do not sing in the east mountain during the sunrise, the mist and rain are desolate, and when the white clouds are high in the depths, there are cranes lying on it.
Where does the white clouds go? The bright moon comes at this time, and the peach blossoms of the hermit in the East Mountain are blooming lonely.
The sky is full of clouds, shining on the river, and the white clouds are rolling and hanging high with me to sleep.
The sun rises on the west ridge at the east mountain, the river is flat and the wilderness is vast and there is no boating, and the white clouds are green and the dog is clear and breeze is relatively sad.
A fishing boat, lying high and not knowing autumn, the white clouds and yellow cranes return late, the bright moon and the breeze flow freely.
When will the blue dog stop? The bright moon and the breeze are sad. Looking at the mountains and clear waters in the east flow westward.
When will the bright moon shine on me? There is a blue sky deep in the white clouds, the river flows thousands of miles back to the sea, and the sun rises from the east and turns into purple smoke.
shuttle brocade, the spring breeze blows on the face Li Bai thousands of flowers and trees, and a little yellow in the green bushes.
red like dye, willow catkins fly first like green like smoke, weaving brocades, and the willow branches spit out green and dancing.

green willow silk ribbons reflect colorful clouds, red lotus blooms in the water, the breeze blows on the face and the willow branches dance, and purple swallows shuttle through the brocade yarn.
purple swallows shuttle and weave brocades, green poplars spitting green dances, and I have the most peach blossoms and plum blossoms.
All the water falls, the swallows pass by like fire for a year, and the spring breeze is green by the river.
reflects the red mountains, the spring is strong in the green bushes, the brocade is weaving and beautiful, and the willows spit out green and dance in the east wind.
Spring is old, greener and cooler summer breeze, the poplar flowers do not dissipate, and they still weave brocade clothes.
The sun and the moon travel through the brocade, turning rain moistening the new poplar, and the red sheep dreams on the branches after the disaster.
Green poplars and green willows shuttle through the rainbow, and a tree of peach blossoms is endless in spring.
has become fascinated by the red apricot rain, and the green brutals are also green, and the swallows are still vaguely my home.
Waiting brocade books, what about the spring breeze and willows? I ask if there is any in the small characters on the red paper.
cauliflower is yellow, a little fragrance, purple swallows shuttle through their faces and drunk Yang Lang.
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