Author: Leshan Leshui
Fisherman's Pride Small Garden Stroll
The winter rains have finally gone, and the small garden strolls in the warm sun. The lakeside plum greeted me with a smile, fragrant, and I heard the branches of warblers and birds.
The blue water and blue sky are reflected in the shadows, and the spirit is refreshing like youth. Mo Daoshan Weng frost Hao, not obedient to the old, the sunset is like a fire cloud Xiaxia beautiful.
Fisherman Pride Frost Morning Feixu
When I woke up in the dream, the sky was not yet clear, and the frost moon in front of the window was clear. Sitting and waiting for the morning sun to think about it, the sky is dawn, and the screen is far away to ask JunQing early.
Thousands of rivers and mountains are in the sky, and the sand and sand are more leaky and urge people to grow old. Meditation often plays contentment, what is the best? Feel comfortable and laugh!
Butterfly love flowers · heart
More sand leaks such as a rabbit, two sideburns frost flowers, sigh Shaohua to go. Spring aromatic red winter pigment. Who can stay in time?
Tune the heartstrings and drums, play the family harmony, and then play the acacia fu. The German character heirloom sent a message, and Shu Mei smiled at Chaoyang Xu.
Ching Ping Le Camellia
Smiling, frost in winter. There is little snow falling on a cold day, but see the camellia is beautiful.
The jade leaves are decorated with flowers and red, and the charm is endless. Get the fairy charm, drunk stroll idle.
Painting Hall Spring Lapa Little Cold Listening to the Rain
The winter rain accompanies the dawn, and the gods close their eyes and listen. Birds chirped two or three times outside the window, waking up ethereal. Reminiscing about his childhood, I want to taste the soup of the past. The mother tasted the haunting of her mind and stared at the double stars.
He ShengChao Mood 3
The falling flowers and flowing water returned in the spring, and it was difficult for Shaohua to stay. Tune the strings to play the voice of the heart, and walk slowly. Spring flowers and autumn moon, wind, frost, snow and rain, and leave acacia sentences. Can the rush years be sparing? Looking at the Huangpu of the Han River.
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