The spring of the Central Plains returns and the summer solstice, and Ma Jia's two sons are like a pond. The wind blows the white water around the cloud mirror, and the snowflakes tend to bloom when the sun falls. The south courtyard holds the sticky pink butterfly, and the north courtyard climbs the willow to catch the crows. Today, catch dragonclams barefoot, and turn over the lotus tomorrow. Playing in the summer orchard on a hot day, picking watermelons in the middle of the night. Huaixia fills the hole to play insects and ants, and the boat throws bait to tease the rice shrimp. Towards the green field forget the sun, twilight chase Qingtian without the sun. Dai Yue's eyebrows are dyed with pearl dew, and her hands and feet are far away. The noisy river has been fighting for a long time, and the singing road is quiet and sneaking in. When it is dusk, it can be vigorously sprinkled with joy, and it is unbridled and unbridled.

The cloud mirror is two years old, and the wind and bones are wonderful. Graffiti tour in the field, beginner patriarch side. Brothers and two Suzi, each with its own characteristics. Natural Jiayun, meaning not fake carving.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the Central Plains Cloud Mirror, Ma Jia erects a child to enjoy the moon. The wild garden returned to the shallow pond and sang on the raft. Gradually entering the whirlwind blue lotus circle, but the sound of friction is heard. The lush leaves and branches are faint and withered, and the branches are broken and sneered. The birds were frightened and cried, and they flew and dodged in confusion. The three or five lotus canopies are ripe and glorious, and they are bursting into chaos. One or two occasionally fell on the old row head, rolling left and right and slippery. Taihong held his head high and held the penny, looking around at the ducks idle. Look at the details of everything, and there is no poetic excitement:

"The birds float in the green water, and the stars are full of sky."

Thousands of miles stood upright and looked at the ripples, and the back tail supported the couplet:

"The flowers are dripping with dew, and the jade bones are beautiful."

The wild pond is like a mirror and the clouds, and the raft is like the moon. Hundreds of white lotus flowers bloom in the snow, and the two poles strayed into the lotus mud. The ancient acacia is accustomed to singing, and the new birds are afraid to dive into the secluded stream. Brothers have their own wonderful sentences, frogs chirp, cicadas and warblers cry.

The autumn rain and cool breeze withered and fell, and the white dew condensation beads were frosty. Thousands of miles of rafts are like fishermen, and the cold palace is shining with lotus pride. Taihong suddenly looked at the late night, and enjoyed the joy and noise. Bend your knees to scoop up the toad, and pinch the green and green hat. whistling and chirping to the little brother, grimacing to pretend to be a "flower thief".

Ma Jia was curious and swirled into the pond. The white lotus blooms and the snow flies, and the green leaves pile up the glass. Chirp to learn the birds, and suddenly count the ducks to chase. Who competes for the show in the quiet night, and the bright moon prints the clear pool.

The raft was deeply sorrowful, and it was stuck in the quagmire and trapped in the withered lotus. Straight forward is not moving, and it is hindered, and the return is not moved and entangled. Minglang stood with his head tightly gripped, frowning and shaking his shoulders. The branches surround the leaves and enclose them, but they want to do it, but they stop the power of the force. Thousands of miles of brute force and recklessness, suddenly forcing the raft to sink upside down. It just so happened that Jia Tong was sniffing low, and Xue Rui was fragrant and pitiful. The side crooked protrusion stilts slippery, and the stinging hit the waves. The mouth and nose are closed, the turtle floats in the water, jumps on the raft and the dragon comes out of the abyss. Standing tall and taking off his vest, waving his arms and dancing loudly:

"Pedal the bow of the boat left and right,

Heaven washes the dust for me. ”

The cloud mirror is in the blue pond, and the raft strays into the lotus path;

The toad moon is green locust, and the water causes Yaxing.

Minglang was pleasantly surprised, and the dragon was like a soaring dragon out of the water. Frightened and helpless, he fell to the sky, worried and clenched his penny. Concentrate on leaning over and inserting it in a panic, stabilizing the bamboo raft and not escaping. When the younger brother jumps over the chariot, he will answer happily:

"Yulian Mo smiled and the thin shirt was wet,

The dragon hanging lamp shines on the brocade platform. ”