You are still young when you travel through the Qingshan Mountains, and the scenery here is unique.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.

To the west of the majestic red clouds, the ground is flat under the sun's feet.

Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.

Birds rise from their nests, and water flows from its source.

Without mountains and water, there is no life; without water, there is no life without mountains.

The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.

The spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room are cut.

When the autumn wind enters the trees in the garden, the solitary guest is the first to smell it.

In the drizzle, fish come out, and in the breeze, swallows slant.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

A ray of setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

A river of water protects the fields and surrounds them with green, and two mountains with rows of gates bring in green.

The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall

Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees are in front of the diseased trees.

When the leaves fall and the westerly wind blows, the people and green mountains become thinner.

It is a very unattended autumn color, half reed flower and half polygonum flower.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

A peach blossom is like a tree and a fish is three feet long. The boat will not return until it is drunk and the moon shines brightly.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick.

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south.

Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road.

If you walk steadily along the stream, you will definitely find the charming sea.

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

When you climb a mountain, your feelings are filled with the mountains, and when you look at the sea, your feelings are overflowing with the sea.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, but the small boat stretches out the green shade.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

The spring tide brings rain late and comes quickly, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

Climbing to the top is not to make others look up to you, but to see the world.

It took 60-70 million years for the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to rise and become the "Roof of the World"; it took 60-70 million years for the giant ice in Antarctica to accumulate to form the "Ice and Snow Continent".

Life is a beautiful and winding path. There are beautiful flowers, butterflies, and abundant fruits on the roadside, but we rarely stop to watch or chew them. We only long to catch up with our fantasies wholeheartedly. A more beautiful road that suddenly opens up. However, on the way forward, the shadows of the trees gradually became desolate, the flowers and butterflies disappeared, and the fruits disappeared, and finally I found that I had reached a desert. ——Sarah

The moonlight turns cherries red and bananas fat. There is no doubt that May is in the country. May hugs the soil, wheat chicken, cuckoo and smoked wind tightly, and sits and watches the sun singing happily on the sickle. On the threshing floor, pods burst with the fragrance of May and happy wishes. A season is thus glorious. May is misty in the rainy and foggy Jiangnan. With a bunch of mugwort and a pinch of realgar, Bai Suzhen beautifully captured the scenery in May. Because of love, May is dignified in the distance; because of love, May is romantic in legends. By the West Lake, mortal men and women sighed lightly in the wind, gently waving oil-paper umbrellas, renovating ancient stories that are no longer just about the south of the Yangtze River. May is steeped in the fragrance of rice dumplings. The footsteps of history walk along the Miluo River. The rice dumpling leaves are still green, and the dragon boat cannot carry the heavy weight. That poet who spreads his chants, has his vision ever seen the smoke and clouds of time? What makes May Weight Loss Ji Yi so fascinating? Years change, and May is a kind of wind festival! The scenery of May spreads throughout the days. Exposed in the sun are pomegranate flowers, purple roses, all the butterflies, and lovesickness. May leads to summer style. An irresistible gift lingering in every dawn and evening. How should we read May with tender eyes?

The book is frivolous, and I dare not look for ordinary words and chapters. The May wind blew past my shoulders. Outside the perspective, drunkenness prevails.