The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and we are returning to our hometown in the sea. The warriors of An De are guarding the four sides!

It sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom February flowers. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.

The morning breeze is blowing, and the northern forest is gloomy. I haven't seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried. How? So much selflessness!

Learn the valley wind and maintain wind and rain. I will be afraid, Wei Yu and my daughter.

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

Look up to the new wind. Use Weidu. I would like to ride on behalf of the horse. Suddenly north. The wind will always come. Think about it. I wish to follow the flying birds. Flying southward.

The sky is heavy with frost, the sun is dim, and the red leaves are flying up the stairs. The north wind doesn't care about the guests from the south of the Yangtze River, and even blows the guests' clothes through the broken windows.

When I first heard the roar of the roaring waves in the cave, I heard that the horses were galloping. Sitting on a paper futon at night, it feels like you are in Ruoye Village.

The clear light condenses the dew and blows the smoke. The osmanthus branches are slanting and the soul is flowing, and the apple leaves are moving in the breeze.

The breeze brings out the autumn colors, and the bottles of wine are also opened.

The strong wind swept the water and destroyed the trees.

At the end of the year, the wind shakes the earth, and the nights are cold and snowy.

Everything grows in spring. Groups of vegetation rise with the strong wind. How graceful it is to be scattered.

The breeze blows in the blue sea, and the dragon scales grow thinly. I ride a crane half drunk to pay homage to Lord Qinghua.

When the wind blows, I will not sing to myself. The dark green law rises, and the white apple grows in the distance.

The breeze harmonizes with the grass, and the large leaves are long and round. The clear dewdrops are perfectly combined, and the sunset flowers are reflected deeply.

The wind rises in the silence of the dawn, and slowly disperses in the fields. The dew drops are shaking, and the forest leaves are curling silently.

The rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze blows on the green strips. There is no sound when entering the pine tree, and the shadows of the passing willow trees are swaying in the air.

I climbed up to the Shaocheng Gate and looked around at the world. A strong wind rises from the north, roaring and shaking the dangerous battlements.

The cool breeze comes, and I am thinking leisurely. Go into the forest and turn over the leaves, and go around the trees to defeat the red orchids.

The Three Gorges water is gurgling, vast and vast. Not like on the new pond, the breeze ripples.

The ancient foundation is not covered with dry clams, and the monument is covered with moss. The gentle breeze rises in the evening, just like when you hear howling while sitting.

The silk and bamboo are moving in the flood, and the water and land are used for roasting. The light rain quiets the tower, and the gentle breeze stirs the orchids and musk deer.

When the gentle breeze comes, the green grass grows. Xu blows away and flutters into the green, half-shaded and floating.

The clouds are flying in Qiongyao Garden, and the turtles are resting among the orchid trees. The jade basket cannot be opened, but there is a slight breeze through the skylight.

The streets are filled with poplar flowers, and there is a sudden strong wind in front of the market. Suddenly the orchid leaves are shaken down, and the bamboo bushes are gathered in the air.

There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, the largest ones are more than a foot wide, and the breeze blows among them, rustling and rustling the cold blue sky.

Why is the scorching wind coming? It seems like the mountain is about to fall. There are wolves and clouds under the trees, and the grass is scattered on the house.

Last night the wind was so strong that the trees at the head of the river were broken. The darkness is boundless, where are the pedestrians?

Peep the dark bamboo near the pond, and see the bright sand when leaving the island. It's worth the breeze and the sound of flowing silk pipes.

The setting sun illuminates the beach, and kites fly in the breeze. Quietly under the forest stone, sit and read the article on health preservation.

The hunting tree is far away in the breeze, and its strings are chirping. The raindrops are shining brightly on the forest tips, and the pine paths are desolate at night.

The wind and rain come from the north, and all the trees are roaring. It has not stopped at night, and the sound is disturbing the autumn river waves.

The beautiful sun reminds us of late scenery, and the fan makes early spring. Warm floating Danfeng Que, Shao Mei Heilongjin.

A strong wind came from the north, raging against a hundred thousand troops. The vegetation is all dead, and the road is indistinguishable. The mountains and rivers are filled with qi, and the heavens receive it as clouds. The mountain clouds are like horses and oxen, and the water clouds are like fish and turtles. The morning is dark and the day is dim, and the dusk is heavy on the sky. The high city is about to be moved, but how can I lift my house? The son is afraid of lying down on the bed, and the maid is afraid of closing the door. The old man's ears are sharp and he has no place to fall in love with Qi Xin. Ye Ai doesn't know the snow, but her hands and feet feel chapped. The cloth quilt is as cold as iron, and the burning chaff makes it slightly warm. Don't you think that when you drink it, the bottle will be dark and empty with dust. There is nothing we can do, Xiang Gucun froze to death!

The rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze blows on the green strips. There is no sound when entering the pine tree, and the shadow of the passing willow tree shakes in the air. Long-term support should lead to latent changes, while support and sparseness should lead to hidden changes. When there are trees, they are deserted, but when there are no trees, they are temporarily deserted. Slowly the clear smoke disperses, the lightness and auspiciousness are rare. Knowing that good harvests are waiting for you, I sing the praises of Tang Yao.

The breeze ruffles the water waves, and the thin sun bakes the clouds into an egg-colored sky.

With the curtain of clouds, the strong wind blew six flowers flying down.

The sun sets on the west peak, and the greenery lingers on the remaining snow. The strong wind rolled back the catkins, startling the apes to climb up the jade folds.

The Qinghai wind blows with flying sand hitting the face. The wind in the Dongting makes the dangerous wall feel like it is empty. What's the matter with traveling west and south? It will take a hundred years to decide.

It is raining and snowing, and strong winds are coming, making it cold and distant.

Lift wine to persuade Baiyun, sing songs to comfort the decadent years. The gentle breeze blows through the bamboos, and I call the bell string in rhyme.

Leaning on the bed and watching the new moon, I would stop to fan myself and catch the breeze.

The grass is green and the breeze is long, and the orioles are singing and the drizzle is gentle.

The breeze rustles the pampas grass, and the light rain wets the lotus root.

The desert soil is moist in the spring, and the breeze is gentle in the cold spring.

The handsome falcon flew across the sky, and the rain and strong wind swept across the wild field.

When I come to Surabaya to shine on the stars, the mirror surface is flat even if the breeze does not lift it.

The wind is cold, the rain is heavy, and there are many maple trees in Xindan, north of Shebei.

The gentle breeze brings spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away dark makeup.

The spring breeze blows through the willows, which are as green as sparkling leaves, and the bright red peaches bloom on a sunny day.

The heavy snow is hitting the windows and flying gravel, and the strong wind is blowing the wild waves.

The beautiful Sihe is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move the golden fragrance.

The sky is as drunk as the gentle breeze does not move, moistening things silently and making a difference in spring.

The cool breeze was blowing again last night, and the leaves of fireflies were falling in front of the bed.

The strong wind pushed the clouds like mountains falling down, and the roads were covered with snow and there were few pedestrians.

The cold at the head of the bridle ridge returned to the cold, and the gentle breeze and drizzle penetrated the heart and liver.

The turbulent wind stirred the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slanted into the Xili wall.

The wind is shaking the handle of the Big Dipper, and the sky is overflowing with rain and the waves are rising on the river.

It was a windy day in Chengdu in June, and the houses were built with great force. Black clouds and Cui Wei are moving in the wind, as cold as ghosts and gods blocking the void, and thunderbolts burst into fire and the ground is red. God has commanded the dragon to rise and fall, and the dragon's tail will not curl around the east of the sky. It is so magnificent that the raindrops are on the same axis as the axle of the car. The mountains are destroyed and the rivers are overflowing. The road is blocked, and the roots of thousands of feet of pines are uprooted. It is not said that one will have a prosperous life as a man, and his greatness will clear his mind.

The sky is blue with no clouds or stars scattered around, and a strong wind suddenly blows from the southwest. If the old tree of longevity vine is not intact, there will be no room for cracks outside the door. Wenglao exclaimed that her children were crying, and she was shocked that the roof tiles were flying into the air. The nest collapsed, Min Wu and the magpie died, and the sky was dark and there was still suspicion of ghosts and evil spirits. There is only a melon and cow hut in the south, and I hope it will be swept away without leaving anything behind. The rotten scholar laughs at himself and is alone in his work. He is still reading under the flickering light of a lamp.

The light rain and breeze separated the painted curtains, and the golden stove and sandalwood sticks were cold and carefree. Peach blossoms are falling all over the ground in spring, and catkins are piled up in piles of snow.

Fisherman. Fisherman. There is a gentle breeze and drizzle on the river. Green coir raincoat and yellow bamboo stripe. Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Return to dusk. Return to dusk. Where is the sound of the flute?

In spring, a pole adds water to the water. Fragrant grass and geese fill the shore with green breeze.

The stone dragon lying high up cannot breathe. The breeze doesn't move and the sky is like intoxication.

Green apples grow in the breeze, and golden ponds emerge from time to time. Shaking gently in the deep green forest, hunting quietly in the quiet path. Covering up the time and the future, even the feathers will not hurt. Once you take advantage of the strictness, you will be known as clear frost for thousands of miles. Go north and destroy Denglin, go east and lose Fusang. Sweep away the hanging clouds and clarify the selfless light. Leisurely return to the emptiness and silence, Yan Hai is open for navigation.

The gentle breeze floats in the air, relaxing and relaxing in the morning. Wherever Xixi comes, Xixi and Chun are in love.

The breeze stirs in the courtyard, and the high pine rhyme comes from itself. When listening, there will be no confusion, and the mind will feel clear throughout the day.

The maple is gentle and graceful, and the air is indifferent and misty. Like gods speaking to the sky, like music playing in the cave.

Learn the valley wind and maintain wind and rain. I will be afraid, Wei Yu and my daughter. The general will be happy, but the woman will abandon you. Get used to the valley wind, maintain the wind and decay. Keep fear in mind. There will be peace and joy, and they will be abandoned as if they were left behind. The wind blows in the valley, and the mountain is Cuiwei. No grass will die, no wood will wither. Forget about my great virtues and think about my small grievances.

The breeze pretends to be charming, blowing in pieces of gold.

The river is clear and clear in the evening, and the breeze blows the green apples. The scales are visible on distant peaks, and the lake is flat in spring.

Emotions, anger, and greetings are uneven and have no shape in the end and no cause in the end. He can make the dust smooth and deceive others, but his love can make waves trap people in vain. The music and fragrance are flowing with each passing day, and the willows and flowers are blooming new year by year. I know that the power of the king is responsible for the creation of good fortune, so I try to boast and lend spring.

The setting sun produces apple powder, which is swaying all over the distant forest. The phoenix dances with the flowers, and the dragon sings to the bamboo. The moon moves on the autumn fan, and the clear pine trees enter the night piano. If you go to the orchid terrace, you will brush the king of Chu's lapel.

Every year, the east comes to help, dancing in the sky leisurely all over the world.

The color of fragrant grass and pond is dimly added, and the sound of flute and flute from tall buildings is heard in the distance. There is hatred in the Li Palace through the curtain, and passion is left in the flower garden. How can a lucky car write the sun and blow the blue clouds to make the road smooth?

A bell on the tower speaks alone, and the wind will blow tomorrow. In the morning, white waves hit Cangya, and reflected rain on the windows of the building. The dragons dare not pass by thousands of dendrobium trees, and the fishing boats dance with each leaf. Think carefully about how busy the city is, but laugh at who the dragon is angry about. Children and servants remain strange for a long time when nothing happens, and this wind makes the wife and children confess. What does a Taoist from Yanshan do alone? He stays up in the middle of the night listening to porridge drums.