The years are unrestrained, I have been reborn from the world, lifting a pot of spring breeze wine, any sail is far away, singing a wave of joy, one by one peach petal lips, with a roll of clouds and rain!

On the bank of the river, the drizzle is at the beginning of the break, and the clouds and waves are waves, which confuses the mountains and forests. The spring color is shallow, and two or three peach blossoms warm the world. In the silence, the mist of Xisai Mountain was shrouded, and the heaven and earth seemed to be able to wring out water.

A few people came and laughed and talked with each other, disturbing the egrets in the depths of the woods, and the egrets with their wings hovering in the air, asking strange visitors or summoning confidants who had not returned home.

A gust of wind occupies a cheerful heart, and a drop of dew infiltrates a graceful word.

The ferry is silent, the silence is deep, the wings of the breeze hold up the dew, the heart lake of each other is let go, the laughter on the ground is full of fragrance, and that is all there is love.

I have faded out of the rivers and lakes, traveled in the mountains and rivers, been a smoke wave angler, and recognized a wave of dear relatives. The persistence of the past carved by the wind and rain is also like a fragment of a shadow, cleaned up by light and shadow, and humble as a wave without a surname.

The boat is like a leaf, fluttering on the crest of the waves, just as I have inserted my wings, sliding across the river, close to the scattered flower island, close to the ethereal shore, close to the destination of life.

Lush forests and bamboos, green and verdant, climb the steps along the winding path, bow to the past of the years, and the smooth stone slabs witness the glory of the past.

In the depths of the ancient wood, sitting on the clean stone, letting go of the heart, the ensemble of birds and cicadas singing soothes the nostalgia between the eyebrows.

The wilderness is tender and verdant, like a poem with a green rhyme, dyed with plum rhyme and snow fragrance, wisps of soft fragrance and warmth, infiltrating the background color of the soul, the green green of the branches is dewed, the goose yellow is spitting warm, and the pink is fragrant! The breeze is refreshing.

Listening to the organ and rain drums, like Xiao Qiao's sleeves, a song of the elegant fragrance of fairy scattered flowers, the pulp dyes the grass and trees.

Under the blue sky and clouds, the peach blossoms are scattered, and the fragrant heart flowers of the river are simmered. Guiyan spreads her wings and volleys in the air, finds her old love, and demonstrates a lingering relationship between me and me.

The wind warms the peach blossoms, the feelings of colorful time, a petal turns into mud and roots, and a petal melts water to feed the fish.

I am also like a bamboo, twisting soil into ink, hollow and uninhibited, leisurely and upright. The drizzle is graceful, a song of high mountains and flowing water, the breeze is clear, and the gentle two springs reflect the moon.

Yaran years, spread a note of emerald plain rolls, keep a pot of comfortable moon, and send a curtain of green dreams.

Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the rivers and lakes, not to mention the vicissitudes of life.

The heart is in the wind, quietly salvaging the elegant chapters of the ancient books and the shadow of a bright moon; The soul is immersed, and the debauchery in the blazing sun is slowly recruited.

Wearing linen and wearing a hat, free and outside the world, it is also like a bamboo branch fishing flowing water spring rhyme, copying the landscape brocade scroll.

The title page of the memory, the rhyme of the ink dyed spring, stretched into the appearance of green bamboo, a sip of green heart warmth, a drop of dew soul, a pen to hold a dream.

The green cloak is wrapped tightly in the open soul, humility is my nature, tenacity makes me upright, moderate, and boundless. The hats woven by the branches and leaves, the chapters of my soul, the poems that feed me.

On the riverbank, the drizzle is suqin, the oblique wind is blowing, and it is drunk in Huangzhou.

The peach blossom dance is full of fragrant fragrance, covered with red and pink elegant notes, rippling in the valley of the waves, a leisurely lyrical, poetic rhyme, forget the rivers and lakes, and enjoy the world!