The colorful clouds return, and the poem "Xiaoman" flows through the origin of the poem "Xiaoman" ushers in the flames of the sky. The birds fly, and the green willows are filled with smoke. The wind blows and the waves are rippling with pink lotus dancing, frogs and drums are ri

Colorful Clouds·Xiaoman

Origin Story of the Story

Welcoming Xiaoman becomes a flame. The birds fly, and the green willows are filled with smoke. The wind blows and the waves are rippling with pink lotus dancing, frogs and drums are ringing, and koi are flying. Watch the crops and the wheat grow new grains, and show the green and beautiful face. It is even more gratifying, with clear water and beautiful mountains and ripe fruits and beautiful flowers.

time migration. The temperature rises and the air is hot, the rain comes cool, and the lightning is lightning and thunder is noisy. Moisturize the pods, nourish the green apricots, and flourish the countryside. He also sympathized with farmers, cultivated in summer, and endured hardships and sweated. I still think about it, but I only write new poems to wish you a good harvest.

Butterfly Love Flower·Early Summer Love

Qiu Feng

Sudden rain and fireworks gradually wither. The ink-falling paper, and the sadness fades away. Who would have fallen if you want to lean on the sparse curtain? The fragrance traces are far away and the smell is even worse.

See you every spring. Raise the remaining cup slowly and drink the sad tears. The most painful thing is that I still have a sleepless night. Standing in front of the courtyard, pity the flowers.

Fisherman's Song·Danjiang River around the lake

Listening to the cicada

Lake Road winding flowers welcome. The smoke in the mountains is filled with birds. The river water is clean and the jade is empty and clear. Baili Gallery is drunk.

3 Quail Sky·Xiaoman

Qiu Feng

wild rice seedlings and wheat grouting. Bayu has beautiful scenery. The hazy drizzle is singing and the orioles are singing, and the warm and bright light is lit up in the paper.

buds and bamboo shoots are white, and the wine mash is fragrant. The farmer's hard work is full of fruits. The apricot and plum blossoms are ripe with bright red loquats, and the garden is open on the auspicious day to encourage guests to taste it.

Summer is coming, early summer travels to Danjianghu

Holding cicada

All the way, the fragrance of the gesang flowers welcome, driving the lake deep. The mist of the distant mountains and the pomegranate clouds reflect the green forest. Green mulberry trees are shady in a row. The clouds and the birds play the spiritual sound. The smoke village is shrouded in, forming a mirage, and the pavilion is coming.

Bring the lake water, give the flowing light, cleanse the dirt, and nourish the heart. People ask, how can we pursue the yearly blossoms? Don't let this go. The cranes wander and chant for a long time. I woke up drunk. Being in Langgong Palace, I sighed at Tianchen.

Reminisce the romance·Danhu Yin

Listen to the cicada

Lake water recedes. Lush Luangshan flower and fruit adorn. The eyes are full of colorful mountains and rivers.

got together and was happy. No rats. Traveling to the sky and earth, and singing together.

Fan Qingdu·Beautiful Countryside--Wenqu Town Liwa

Hearing cicada

Holding waves blow. Looking at the village appearance, you can explore the habitat of Liwa. The clear water around the village is filled with ripples and ducks and geese playing. Dragonfly skimming the water and rushing. The place where you live and people come one after another. Observe the fish playing with the new lotus in the water, and rub the shadow of the mulberry pond and the bridge arch.

praises public servants for the people's livelihood, improve the village appearance, and share the loyalty with each other. Lush grass and trees, small buildings, and painting halls are full of buildings. Everyone celebrates and praises. When there are prosperous times, the people will be blessed. I was in a good place and thought I was in a paradise, and suddenly fell into a dream.

Nan Gezi·Houpo Liwan Rice Fishing Scenery

Hearing cicada

Hearing the wheat nodded and smiled, the sky was high and the clouds were broken. The wind blows and the water breaks and the silver piles. Frogs, drums, birds, singing, singing, butterflies follow.

The countryside is full of poetry and paintings, and I am happy to return. I am so drunk when fishing for fishing for fishing for fishing for the scenery. There is also sunlight shining and eyes full of rays.