The willow tree hangs down to people, and the flower path is water-marked and spring-like.
After the rain, in the fresh green, a song of birds cries in the path.
The green willows and yellow flowers reflect the water, and the paths are wet and muddy.
The morning dew gently drops the leaves between the flowers, and the sun warms the water waves.
The green grass and yellow flowers lean on the wind lightly, and the spring rain moistens the bud heart.
The branches of the sarong are light towards the mist, and the light of the dawn gently shines on the depths.
The green willows and yellow flowers reflect the water, and the paths are wet and muddy.
The green willows are still blowing the clear waves, and the yellow flowers are drunk in the spring breeze.
The curved bridge flows and the pillow is blue, and the ancient road winds around the green snail.
Leisurely stepping into the middle of the painting, it is like entering the peach blossom paradise by mistake.
The small flowers still reflect the sky, and the ancient trees cover the smoke and mountains.
Xu Xing's painting scroll wanders like exploring the Golden Guiyuan.
The stone path winds into the sky, and the green silk is sparse with the sun.
Walking in the clouds is like sleepwalking, just like returning to Penglai.
The green willows hang down the water's edge, and the path winds into the painting.
The yellow flowers are smiling in the spring breeze, and the green willows are swaying among the water and clouds.
The stone bridge lies quietly on the flowing spring, and the ancient road is long and winding.
Leisurely landscape guests, mistaken for fairyland as hometown.
The green willows are hanging on the waterfront, and the yellow flowers are smiling and reflecting the morning glow.
The winding path leads to the secluded and sought victory, and there are people in the depths of the peach source.
This group of small paintings, full of emerald green, gently hanging silk silk, like a gentle sigh of time, falling into the mortal dust, quiet and beautiful and distant.
This silk is not only a natural scene, but also a delicate outline of the heart's feelings, each of which carries the gentle nostalgia for the past years.
This group of small paintings, draped with silk silk, not only decorates the world between square inches, but also softens the viewer's heart, allowing people to find a peaceful harbor in the hustle and bustle of the world.
Hello April, goodbye, May!
May everyone have a walk-and-go outing, have a close contact with nature, and find the most authentic self!