Roadside rhododendron, scattered on the green grass. That little bit of Yinghong like a splash-ink landscape paintings of the bloom, rendering for this is full of Chinese art and the conservation of the picture. If the home is compared to a passionate girl, then these cuckoos is that she goes Binbian of the most beautiful ornaments of the.
Picking up a Youzhi San, Duo's that complicated era, has witnessed numerous wind and rain bridge, as if the feeling of deja vu; spring wind was blowing, Yang Liu Yiyi, in front of everything reminds me of the Broken Bridge on the White Snake and Xu Xian of the lingering story. Today, standing on the stone bridge hometown, my heart was filled with the slightest, the pragmatic and light strands.
Spring Surface Wind in the Willows is not cold, yes, and the genial breeze spring breeze, watching the play fighting over the fish under the bridge, incessant babble of flowing water; I can not help but puts on a "Dove tone."
The performance of hometown atmosphere of the town for that different style of huts, they are densely located together; black and white, color, clear and orderly. Needless to say, crooked cobblestone paths, but also not to mention the vicissitudes of life after Natiao old wooden doors, folks alone to discuss a bowl of clear, sweet well water, then enough to make me drunk, too. This picture, not that poem by Tao Lu You's "from now on, if by Xu Xian and crabs at night stick without deduction Gate" in the fun?
Mist obscure the distant mountains, as if covered with a layer of mystery; I can only vaguely approximate outline to see it. Obviously Jigen simple lines, but it also seems to be painting misty rain left the straightforward style of writing. Sunset's afterglow is still shining on my hometown, but in the end, it should leave. Passed away a short span of three days of holiday transferred away, and I sadly to Yin Road "softly, I go; as I gently come; I simply pass the Hui, do not take a cloud."
Looking forward to hazy distant mountains, JU springs from a handful of sweet, sentimental feeling the hometown of the man, I mind, only to leave his homeland and that kiss!