In the early morning, the sun emerged, illuminating the world.

The orange light cleared out all the sunny or haze that happened last night.

·

Looking from afar,

Towering and majestic, stunning and beautiful.

The scenery is so beautiful that there are few in the world.

The green light is filled with cold smoke, and the sun is overturned by the clouds.

Watch it closer,

The bamboo forest is like the sea, and the pine and cypress are connected to the screen.

The quiet and ethereal atmosphere of the immortal family.

The waterfall blows the Milky Way quickly, and the clear springs are gurgling and sound.

There are countless wild flowers and fruits, and rabbits, deer, deer, and pigs all over the mountains.

A pair of cranes sing in the morning, and two old apes cry in the evening rainbow.

·

In the evening, flowing clouds in the bamboo forest.

At this time, the night was intersecting with the sunset, and the orange-red sun slowly disappeared with the weak smoke, as if it was reluctant to say goodbye to the sky. The quiet night slowly invaded, and a piece of blue first occupied the sky, and continued to soak in the dark depth.

·

In the flowing clouds and mountains, fairy mist is shrouded in the mist and auspicious air rises.

The vast clouds gather in the clear sky, and the waves shine throughout the sky.

Like thousands of dragons entrenched, like thousands of phoenixes dancing.

A little golden light suddenly appeared, and the sun was majestic and solemn.

Ten thousand clouds compete with each other, and red oranges are bright and bright.

·

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat are coming and going. It is ten years later.

It's exactly that right now.

In March, everything revives.

The flowers are blooming in full bloom, and the dew in the faint grass is fragrant.

The breeze is gentle and the sky is blue, and the golden sun shines and flows through the flowing light.

The flowers bloom and the grass is fragrant, and the insects are roaring and frogs are all busy.

·

Bluestone black tiles, flowers and plants are fragrant. Elegant scenery everywhere.

The study room contains scrolls of books and the fragrance of ink is lingering.

In the garden, the strange flowers compete for beauty and the strange grass is fragrant.

The inner courtyard has beautiful buildings and a faint orchid fragrance.

·

The villa is built against the mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery.

In the early morning, the mountains are foggy.

At noon, the lake reflects golden ripples.

In the evening, the setting sun urges the red mountains.

On a quiet night, the breeze blows cool.

The buildings are tall and the tiles are dark, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard are fragrant.

The carved railings and jade are different, and the orioles sing and dance and the birds are busy.

·

The moon is colorful and the stars are dotted.

The fireworks of the world are extinguished, and there seems to be no right or wrong.

Play the song of joy, sorrow, separation, and sing love, hate, love, hatred, and hatred.

Apart from the fact that I am betray others and I am betray me, I can only spend a hundred years with sincerity.

·

Bamboo leaves rustle and insects roar.

The greenery is gone without seeing where to come, and the deep one is not sure where to go.

Sometimes it is loose and sometimes it is dense.

·

As the four seasons change, it is another midsummer.

There is reunion in the world, and tears are gone in the world.

·

The sun sets slowly, and the brilliant glow seems to endure unwillingness. The attachment of all living beings has not saved the sunshine more nostalgia. As the last bit of glow disappears, a crescent moon slowly arises. Only the heat of the scorching heat has not changed and is still stubborn.

·

Late at night, the stars are twinkling, and the crescent moon will not be lonely. The lights of the world and the swaying Milky Way are far away. Is it that people are trapped by heaven and earth, or is it that the heaven and earth protect people. Before we can think about it carefully, the sound of prosperity has gradually faded.

·

Cicadas chirping and leaves rustle.

Rivers flow, and the sea is home.

·

At sunrise, thousands of rays of rays of light ignite, and clouds swept across the sky.

The dream that is sleeping in the night is gently awakened.

Happy, maybe helpless.

Working hard is also covering one's own scars.

Maybe one day, there is no need to disguise laughing, scolding and scolding.

The beauty at that time didn't have to be forced.

·

The sunshine on the mountain comes earlier than the foot of the mountain, and is particularly real and intense.

It was late autumn, and the trees all over the mountains were bleak and the leaves were falling.

The most eye-catching thing is the redness of the maple leaves.

The wind blew, and the red leaves like hot and blood fell.

It looks like parting, it looks like reunion.

Thousands of people, all kinds of love, no answer.

In late autumn next year, there will be the same repetition.

Mountains will not change, flowers, plants and trees will not change, and these maple leaves like hot and blood will not change.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the cycle of the four seasons will not change.

The only thing that will change is people.

·

The old trees are barren on the barren mountains and steep mountains, and the fallen leaves are stacked and yellow.

The insects sing and the birds sing later in autumn, and the cold wind adds to the loneliness in the heart.

·

You can see the bustling city, and the lights of thousands of homes cannot sleep at night.

The village is floating outside the world, and the smoke from cooking in the morning is the world.

·

The rippling light reflects the rising sun, and the rivers are still surging.

The lotus lotus in the small lake has withered, and the clear spring still continues to gurgle.
To be continued...