The first light of the faint morning light,
The painting pillows the water people.
Looking at the Cloud Mountain in the distance,
The boat was suspected of coming up from the sky.
Flying car Peng Island to go,
Straight up the Fairy Mountain Tour.
When the sun first hangs,
It's time for great beauty on earth.
Xiaguang Mist Cage Ancient Village,
Light and shadow are beautiful in Jiangnan.
The boat went straight into the depths of the clouds,
Dreams come true in peach blossoms.
Open a jade mirror on the lake,
Ethereal fog.
Cloud steaming Xiawei Rui qi heavy,
The boat trip is hazy like a dream.
The morning light mist curtain dispersed,
Mandarin fish fat.
Fishing fish ten miles around the wonderland,
The peaks are soaked in blue glass.
The fisherman borrowed the power of the cormorant,
Half a basket of fresh fish is ethereal.
Lan Guang wanted to get drunk and rain,
Send will spring colors cover the south of the river.
The sky is full of green colors,
Feng Shui chanting in the silent place.
The wind and rain will not be frightened,
The grass is green and self-contained.
Snow Man Ancient Road cattle herding early,
There is grass deep in the woods.
Toward the dawn of a thousand fogs,
Lan Qi suddenly made a sea wave.
QiXia evening wipes the sky on the curtain,
I know that the twilight of the world is heavy.
Mikkei Yamakawa Tanoshu,
Cranes chirped on the ninth heaven.
Mirror wave tree reflection straight,
The silence of the thousands of people is empty.
Penglai small building ethereal,
Everyone in the mountains is a fairy.
The original creation was Dan Qing Hand,
Cloud wave semi-floating treetop head.
A leaf boat fisherman standing,
Holding a pen on the water painting in the middle of the line.
Faith knows that Nuwa refines the five colors,
The hand has been dyed on the Immortal Mountain.
The old house is in the morning mist,
Tunxi scenery for hundreds of years.
The poetry of the village of light tree smoke,
Dawn ancient moyun made a note.
A thousand wisps of akebono dyed ancient wood,
The black tiles and white walls want to smoke.
But see frost tree carmine,
Thousands of rocks and mountains of snow waves.
Qiong Xie Yaotai is lost in the distance,
Bamboo window firewood pierces through white clouds.
Gully Terraces Forest Wood Quiet,
The smoke under the eyes is originally poetry.
A painting of rice,
Smoke clouds weigh tens of thousands.
Terraces, antiques, still; colorful boats, yachts, boats.
After the snow smoke peaks white walls,
You can recognize the great thousands of people in Shu.
A hazy zen,
Cangfeng Wanyuan Divine Ghost Worker.
The shepherd sang to the ninth,
Cattle and sheep are everywhere in the white clouds.
After the snow frost forest bright sunshine,
Morning light cold bird test high.