春天的雨水

The spring rain and the autumn wind are bleak, and the flowers fall and the ink are like poems, like the spring breeze surrenched in the sea, seeing all things in the world.

令狐冲

The sky flows at dusk clouds purple, and the autumn thin wild forests are yellow. - Landscape garden poems, appreciation: the sky flows twilight clouds, clouds gather and disperse, flowers bloom and fade, spring grasses from green, autumn to wild forest yellow, this is the reason for all things to live forever. If you understand this truth, the pen will be close!

The fog scattered the path and the window was bright, and the wind crossed the fragrance of stone dew. - Landscape garden poetry, appreciation: clouds turn into water, and the water moistens the sky. The clouds and fog disperse, and the wind leaves fragrance. Insight, the road is natural.

Rain washes thousands of mountains, and the sky opens a clear mirror. - Landscape garden poems, appreciation: Rain washes the heart of everything flawlessly, the sky opens a mirror without clouds, the small building listens to the spring rain overnight, and the springs on the stone flows among the mountains. The sunset glow witnessed the floating of maple leaves, dyed wisteria at close to the end of the world, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains like pictures, and the spring breeze is still with the embankment and willows.

The words of flowers and birds are condensed, and the spring and autumn flow is ruthless. The moon is bright in the middle of the soul, and the sound of the piano enters the ancient rhyme.