Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
author：Han Que deceased
Morning travel to see and hear
The small bridge flows like a piano,
Vocals boiled laundry group.
A few miles of lotus pond blue waves,
Countless frogs drum belly song.
The birds in the forest do not stop,
Bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road.
It was seven o'clock when I returned,
The rising sun plucks the clouds to explore the beautiful scenery.
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
Morning travel to see the small bridge flowing water like playing the piano, the voice of the people boiling laundry group. A few miles of lotus ponds turned blue waves, and countless frogs drummed and sounded. The birds in the forest do not stop, and bamboo chickens frequently pass through the road. It was seven o'clock when I returned,
