The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the roof tiles are quiet like a piano.
The bluestone pavement is wet, and pedestrians hurry home.
The small buildings are full of greenery, and the stone steps of the ancient road surround the hills.
After the rain, mushrooms have sprung up, and the fragrance of tea is intoxicating.
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are full of ancient charm, and the green bamboo and green waves embrace the ancient house.
The murmuring of the stream tells the ancient and modern, and it is suspected that it is a fairyland.
The bluestone pavement is soaked with thoughts, and the Daiwa pink wall tells of the past.
The winding path leads to the secluded place, which is the ancient rhyme and the quiet years.
The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.
Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion.
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the ancient rhyme flows.
The green bamboo is as green as the sea, and the small bridge flows water.
The white walls of Daiwa are reflected in the smoke and rain, like an ink painting.
Who is here to play the piano and leave the dead?
Through the millennium, waiting for a dust.
The greenery reflects the mountains, and the ancient houses lie quietly in the tea bushes.
The clouds and mist add mystery, and nature and people share the sky.
The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, when will the dark clouds be shrouded?
The cottage looms among the tea trees, and this scene is more suitable for autumn.
The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the roof tiles are quiet like a piano.
The bluestone pavement is wet, and pedestrians hurry home.
The green waves undulate the ancient residence, and the Daiwa cornices are embedded in the blue sky.
The clouds are rolling in the clouds, and the heart is drunk with the fragrance of tea.
A group of small paintings, wet with thoughts, is the lingering rain of the south of the Yangtze River, and the poems of ink and blue.
In this picture, the ancient village is surrounded by verdant tea plantations, and the wooden houses look more quaint and quiet in the smoke and rain.
A stone path winds out of the tea plantations, leading the eye into the distance, disappearing into the misty mountains.
The whole picture is full of traditional Chinese freehand style, which makes people seem to be able to smell the moist earthy smell and the fragrance of tea, and also evokes people's deep nostalgia for the past years.