The rain of flowers nourishes the dawn, and the leaves whisper in the new field.
After the rain, everything is clean and clean.
The sun is shining brightly, and the distant peaks are suddenly dim again.
Who lives in the forest house? His house reflects the green mountains.
The rose is covered with wood, and it cannot maintain its original nature.
He was lying in Yan before he was born, and I conquered Piaoyuan.
I feel happy and pregnant with my house, where the flowers and bamboos are more prosperous.
This is the only thing I can envy, but I am not short of victory.
Looking west of the river, my heart is racing.
It seems that the stream in front of me has returned to the old sand path.