with a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,
but it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
a frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
the spring breeze blows slowly,
at a gnce,
full of ected dense green leaves,
there are no lonely birds in the setting sun, but i see the blue sea grinding bronze,
the new poems and eloquence are also safe to use, the appearance and ge disappear with the east wind,
music water dance in the fountain,
the shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
like the melody of musical notes beating on geum-hyun,
frost dawn appeared in the cuifu of the heavy building, something strange shocked the tenarian,
take what you get in the world, who is the hero when there is nothing in the world,
shunran has asked me not to refuse, and those who believe in me are poor,
the long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
the flowers follow the breeze,
danced lightly,
sometimes i bend the flowers and pnts gently,
sometimes the flowers and pnts are gently raised,
as if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
the stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
the sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
as if singing the symphony of spring,
like a paradise oh,
the trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
the dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,
the moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
the houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
as if a hazy veil was draped over the fountain,
like water, like clouds, like smoke, like fog, there is ahereal and mysterious feeling...
to the east, the sea of clouds and the sky reverts to the sky, and the immortals haunt the sky,
a slight cool breeze moves slowly,
there are wisps of fragrance flowing,
beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
the leaves are close to each other side by side,
it seems like a slim dy' s skirt is swaying,
it is imagined as a woman who came out of an a ink painting,
showing a winding mountain se,
you also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
zigzag lotus pond,
the prefect of chaoyang moved to the south and was delighted to see shilindui zhurong,
self-procimed righteousness moves mountain ghosts, how do you know that the creation of the dragon bell,
it is not easy to get a smile on the eyebrows, and the retribution of god has already been abundant,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
the flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
watg the outside world cautiously,
there is a bow bridge over the creek,
uer small fish swaying gracefully,
naughty blowing little bubbles,
the wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
pieces of green in different shades,
like patches of green misty o,
there is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
like a mirage,
the mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
there are all kinds of things in the swaying world, how there be beique tibetan pearl pace,
knowing that everything you see is a phantom, dare to trouble the magic with your eyes and ears,
years of cold water and cold heaven and earth are closed, stinging whip fish and dragon for me,