Morning blue clouds, two Shanxi in one day.
The kiln fire goes cold, and the roof is deep!
White clouds rain to, no white cranes singing!
Ruins and broken walls, a tree with morning light.
It used to be a silkworm house with a hundred winds, and now it is dusty in the wind!
The first wisp of cooking smoke in the ancient village renders the scene of the early morning foggy valley, chickens singing birds and birds in the mountains and deep countryside! The deep valley of summer is verdant and becomes the only main color of the mountain village. Last night's rain washed away the sweltering heat of the city and country past! Fresh and unconventional at this moment is the most appropriate way to describe the city dustless and tasteless. The car is driving on today's non-congested highway, and the wind that blindly adds color makes people who have been tired for several days refreshed.
A paddy field stream comes out, and the hundred nights in the pool.
Under the shade of the green stream, the rocks listen to the sound of the spring!
The white-walled house in the valley, the mountain farmer is not seen!
Dark light lining the sky blue, grass green shade farmer!
In the depths of the white clouds, the color of blues, and several idle cranes, all in Shandong.
In the early morning, there are no people in the distant mountain forest, only the chirping of unknown birds and the dazzling red halo of the waves and the flood of the waves! The first sunny day after the rain of the night, busy and ruined the farmers! Lifting up the lodging corn and building the sparse remnants of the paddy field, I originally wanted to go to the distant mountain to see the white mist clouds and waterfall splashes. But the way to the mountain met a boulder lying in the road that had not been seen for a long time, which temporarily blocked my heart Yaxing!
Didn't ask the farmers how leisurely they were,
An indigo white cloud is deep.
Residuals, Deep InFlower,
Bamboo forest walled back house.
In the bamboo hedge wood gate, in the mountains of dewa house.
The sun was shining again. After the rain, there are few encounters of white clouds on the first sunny day; indigo is as pure as the sea, so love at first sight!
Tree-winded creation, valley rare houses!
The mountain house bamboo forest is deep, and the white clouds are mixed with blue faces.
The grass and trees are verdant, and the dark clouds cover the sky.
The depths of the mountains are lonely, but the only tone is the continuous flow of the stream! A few lazy dog barks in the valley may be a false confession to the instantaneous hot sky blue. The farmers under the sky did not have many kind words about this capricious summer day! Busy government officials recorded the losses of the peasants, examined the masterpieces of the rain's wanton behavior, and worked out how the valley would recover.
Rice paddy pond water, white cloud tile eaves!
Grain grass piles, earthen wall houses, ask farmers, a few dog barks!
The mountain peach is unpicked, and the grass and leaves are long.
The grass road is deep in mud, and the sky is blue and white clouds are shallow.
The temporary indigo was blue, there was a trace of pure white rain clouds scattered like cotton in the blue sky, and experienced farmers told the disaster mitigation and defense administrators from the city that it was going to rain again! Not to mention, the sky was still pure blue, the sun was still exceptionally bright, and the rain was so impatient that it washed the hot air of the earth. This came and went quickly, leaving only a small pond where the breeze swept through the rain.
The sound of the wind seedlings walking, the sky blue like the current.
One layer of field pond and one layer of seedlings, trees in the mountain water in the stream.
Listen to the sound of springs, and the valley is nowhere to be found.
The sunshine is still the same! The spring water of the stream crosses the shallow bluestone slab of the flood bridge, and the spirit of taking off the shoes is empowering! Cool is not much the same. Time has inadvertently removed the face, and the wet beads of sweat have long dried the salt. I taste it and the taste of salt is not without difference! The sunshine after the rain made the frog particularly excited, bidding farewell to the hurried daylight in the evening wind of Qixia! Cooking smoke stains the mountain late, and when you go, you also go to the crow.
The dappled light and shadow are oblique, and the water stream is deep
The cider is fragrant, but it is difficult to pick!
Shade overgrown streams, streams go away and ding-dong.
Moss stone is born, water waves go green!
In the green mountains and white waterfalls, in the dark clouds and deep valleys!
The rice fields flowed and the farmers built hills.
The sky clouds fall in the pool, draw a hundred color map!