The yellow field is paved with green silk, and the cow accompanies Weng to be happy.
There is an ancient rhyme hidden between the mountains and rivers, and the idyllic poetry is intoxicating.
The distant mountains are like daisies, the water near the smoke is thick, and the small bridges and flowing water are people's homes.
Yellow flowers and green willows, a total of one color in the sky,
It forms a dreamlike picture.
It looks like a fairyland, and it looks like a human world, which makes people forget to return.
The green peaks are stacked, the moon is clear in the mountains,
An ancient pavilion stands quietly, witnessing the changes of the years.
The pines and cypresses are verdant and full of life,
Together with the distant moon, it tells the eternity of nature.
The mountain dwelling is quiet, and the meadow cattle and sheep are fat.
A cup of tea in the hut, who will meet?
Rape flowers bloom all over the ground, and one person in the bush picks the flowers.
Not for the beauty of spring in the world, only for the fragrance of cauliflower in the field.
The small building gradually approached the grass path, and the bamboo fence hut was self-reliant.
provoked the spring breeze drunk for no reason, and watched the movie lightly in the water.
The rice fields are thousands of miles away, and the old trees are full of affection.
It is the farmer's wheat harvest season, and the harvest picture is involved in the heart.
In the long river of years,
There are always some pictures that make us stop and linger,
Those seemingly ordinary moments,
But it contains endless poetry and charm.
Like this set of small paintings,
Although simple,
But it's enough to get drunk with time,
Drunk our minds.