Huanxi Sha Xumen Shitan Xie Yu Road made five songs

One

The sun shines on the dark red and warm, and the river is green and dark at night. Huang Tong Bai Suo gathered in Suixu. Although the elk is not used to meeting people, the ape does not need to call when he hears the drum. Returning home and talking about picking Sanggu.

Second

Swirl the red makeup to see the envoy, three, three, five and five thorny fences. Step on each other's broken Siro skirts. The old and young support the wheat collection society, and the black kite soars and dances in the god village. The road is drunk and lying at dusk.

Third

The hemp leaves are light layer by layer, and the family cooks the cocoon of a village incense. Fence Jiao Yu Luo Si Niang. The weeping white cane quinoa raises its drunken eyes, and pounds the green flour to make it soft and hungry. Ask when the bean leaves are yellow.

Fourth

The clothes and towels fall jujube flowers, and the reeling car rings in the south and north of the village. Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savage's house.

Fifth

The soft grass is new after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free on the road. When to pack up the coupling plough body. The sun is warm, and the sun is like a splash, and the wind is like a scent. So Jun Yuan is one of them.

Huanxi Sha Desert is cold and goes up to the small building

The desert is cold and goes up to the small building. Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn. The light smoke and flowing water paint the screen. The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. The curtain hangs with a small silver hook.

Huanxi sand and rain have not flown over the residual red wet

The rain has passed, and the red is wet and does not fly. The bead curtain is oblique. Wandering bees brew honey and steal incense. There is no one in the golden house, and the clothes are exhausted. A spring must have a time to remember people

Huanxi sand mountain around Pinghu shook the city

The mountains surround the Pinghu Lake and shake the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green of the mountains. Crystal downstairs wants three watches. When the fog willow is dark, the clouds pass the moon, and the dew lotus turns over the water and flows fireflies. Xiao Xiao spread to the dawn.

Huanxi Sha Qingxiao is dressed up as a cold food day

Qingxiao is dressed up as a cold food day, the willow balls are obliquely curling, and the rolling shutters go straight out of the front of the painting hall. Pointing to the peony at the beginning of blooming, the sun is high and still relying on Zhu Yan, and he is silent and hates the remnants of spring. If you want to go on the swing and the four bodies are lazy, you plan to hand it over to someone and be heartbroken, and the curtain of the painting hall is bright and windy. Who is not very affectionate this night, the pear snow on the wall is exquisite, and the jade face is haggard and red. The melancholy dream is slanted by the mountains and the moon, the lonely lamp shines on the wall and the red veil is back, and the small building is high and the pavilion is Xie Niang's house. Secretly thinking about what Yurong looks like, a branch of spring snow frozen plum blossoms, full of fragrant mist clusters of morning glow. The green trees and the warbler are crying, the willow silk is obliquely brushing the white copper stalk, and the grass is on the Pearl River. Where did the sunset drink return, the embroidered saddle horse neighed, and the blue musk deer was drunk like mud. Night and night lovesickness is more leaky, sad and bright moon is dry, and I want to think about my brocade cold. The painting hall is as deep as the sea, and I remember to read the old books, and when to join hands in Chang'an.

Huanxi Sha Lou leans on the Spring River 100 feet high

The building leans on the spring river and is 100 feet high. There is no return in the smoke. Several periods of faith are like river tides. Pieces of flowers fly in the wind and butterflies, and the horizontal bridge is in the shade of the willows. The day is long and tonight is over.

Huanxi Sha Changshan Road

Beilongtian has a high treading frequency. Xixihe has already tasted something new. The partition wall sells wine and boils the scales. Suddenly, there was a slight coolness and rain, and there was no trace of the clouds. The sound of selling melons passed through Zhubian Village.