Planting the Red Mountain at the New Grave [Song] Mei Yaochen The azalea cries every year, and its mouth drips on the red branch. Now, like the blood of carambola, it has been transformed into turquoise at the age of three. The color of the pine and cypress will shine on the new grave.
The Red Mountain [SONG] Yuan Jiang, before the rainy season, is the only one of the famous flowers in the country. The first one is the first one in the world, the first one is the first one in the world, the first one in the world, the first one in the world. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one. The color of the roof protects the sun and the golden mud is wrinkled. Long remember the sky, Yaochi Langyuan had. Thousands of turns around, the red jade appendage, worry only fear, the morning clouds is difficult to long. I have to fold my embroidered capsule and smell the bees' whiskers. The beautiful woman again to worship lift the face, convergence of red scarf, holding a golden cup of wine. I would like to dedicate a thousand years of my life to you. I wish you a long time, the sky is full of incense.
The mountain flowers are countless and smiling in the spring breeze, and the view of the water is very different. The flavor of the mountain is short, but it looks like it is only red in the stream.
Drunken Taoyuan / Ruan Lang Gui [Song] Zhao Shiman The azalea is red on the mountain. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one. The water flowed red and purple each west and east. The spring is already empty. Butterflies play idly, bees swim lazily. The shadows of the flowers are heavy. I ask what's wrong with spring. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Five Songs of Miscellaneous Records from the Field after the Rain [Song] Yang Wanli It is the time when the mountain flowers are the most lively, thick and light has not left the cloak. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
White azaleas [Song] Yang Gongyuan Never said only the red mountains, the illusion of lead to capture the chemical industry. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Beautiful sentences describing the red mountains
Alone, I traveled thousands of miles away, and lay high on the west side of the plate. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky and the moon, and then you can see the sky and the moon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Spring has come, Yingshanhong opened, that a clump of red, a cluster of purple smoldering full of green spring, strongly lively warm sun under the light. That red, colorful as a rose, that purple, noble and deep, that yellow, brilliant as the sun. The brocade cluster spewed out the flame of light, to the sun, drenched in clouds. Sacred and warm flowers, embracing the thoughts of the British spirit, sobbing song of the soul of the mountains and rivers, the ordinary life but not ordinary feelings floating in the east wind.
Traveling alone thousands of miles away, lying high on the west side of the seven plates. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the sky and the river are low in the house.
As soon as I came to the grass, I smelled a burst of refreshing fragrance, I hurried to the red mountains. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! The flowers of the mountain red can be really many, just one tree has hundreds of flowers. Flowers are as red as fire, there are elegant pink, and white like snow ...... against each other, like a colorful picture.
Ten thousand ravines and trees in the sky, thousands of mountains ringing azalea. The mountain one night rain, the tree limit hundred heavy spring.
The green mud is so coiled that a hundred steps and nine folds haunt the rocky mountains. The first thing you need to do is to look at the wells, and then you will be able to rest your head and sigh. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you can. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world's most popular places. But I saw the sad birds calling the ancient trees, the male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zi Gui crowing at the moon, worrying about the empty mountains. The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than the sky, make people listen to this withered face!
The yellow reed and the bitter bamboo are born around the house. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service.
The most regrettable thing about the azalea is that it's not the same as the spring breeze that blows it away.
A garden of red intoxicated Po-tao, since the ground even the tip of the cluster Sally Luo. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
But I saw the sad bird number ancient wood, male and female fly from around the forest. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest and most important thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest.
Once winter, spring time, the first mountain spitting stamens in the red beckons the eyes of the people, red, white and pink, a piece, a cluster, the whole mountain dressed as a bride to be married, so, rush to rest, three to five groups of half-grown children, with a walkway is still stumbling little tail, deep into the mountains, looking for the unique spring delicacies.
The jinther has no end of fifty strings, a string and a column of thoughts of Chinese years. The first time I saw this, it was a dream of a butterfly, and the second time I saw a cuckoo.
The month of the hillside and the mountainside is covered with azaleas spitting fragrant buds beautiful purple and red, and the wildflowers on the mountain to compete with each other, forming a sea of azaleas competing for the fragrance of a hundred flowers. Due to this year's warm weather spring, azalea early spring, especially the beginning of a few spring night rain, azalea has been blooming.
A garden red drunk Po Tuo, from the ground even the tip of the cluster Sally Luo.
To the foot of the mountain, reflected in the eyes of the day is the mountains of (good words and phrases) azalea, red water red white and yellow covered with large and small hills, really thousands of red, pleasing to the eye. Gorgeous flowers, a bunch of colorful over a bunch of people in awe, competing to see, in order to retain this beautiful moment, our camera raised frequently, flash interlaced.
The incense lamp with the remnants of the dream, Chu in the end of the world. The moon is falling, and the apricot blossoms are all over the garden.
Fresh in my memory is the arrival of spring, the mountains of the red, the townspeople's hearts open to the spring, we went to the mountains to pick the red flowers, there are light pink rosy red white red, the most magical is the red of the red flowers of the pistil is sweet, we often greedily sucked the pistil of the sweet and fragrant.
Mountain pomegranate, a mountain tramp, a rhododendron.
When spring arrives, go to the mountains with your buddies to pick the pomegranate. I like the verdant hills of the mountain red, like the village of small ponds, large and large rapeseed flowers. It is a painting, although only a few frames, also with the gentle smile of spring.
Sichuan has heard the Zigui bird, Xuancheng also see azalea flowers. A call back to the bowels of a break, three spring and March to remember the Samba.
The yellow reed and the bitter bamboo were born around the house. In the meantime, what do you hear at night and day, the azalea cries blood and apes wail. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own, and then you'll be able to get a good deal on your own.
The green mud is not a pan pan, a hundred steps and nine folds to haunt the rocky mountains. The first thing you need to do is to look at the wells, and then you will be able to rest your head and sigh.
Sichuan has heard of the Zigui bird, and Xuancheng has seen the azalea flower.
The mountain pomegranate, a mountain tramp, an azalea. The azalea cries when the flowers flutter. Jiujiang March azalea to come, a prompted a branch to open.
Whenever the spring in May, the mountains bloom with azaleas, a thousand colors, beautiful flowers. Some of them are red like fire, strong and upright; some are white and elegant, unique style. A tree of flowers, a group of fire-like life. Whenever you roam into the sea of flowers, you will feel the flowers and people are inseparable, people and flowers soul, embracing the rocky gnarled roots of spring, even if a stalk of stamens also spring.
The red is not as valuable as the peony, not as elegant as the lotus, and not as delicate as the daffodil. Her life is light in the mountains and fields, from people will not be deliberately concerned, but she will not be unappreciated and not brilliant, and will not be cold wind and night rain and sadness, her splendor is only for the life of the spring and splendor, and her fading, only to wait for another east wind and silence. This kind of tranquil and calm, elegant and frank state of mind is not precisely what we want to learn?
Slanting cypress wind and rain like tsunami, spring foot hanging rope green curls.
Every year in spring, the recovery of all things, the azalea will be in the hillside, under the rock, between the peaks, the roadside bushes, blossomed in the colorful and eye-catching flowers.
When the cuckoo crows, the flowers flutter. In March, the azalea comes to Jiujiang, and a sound urges a branch to open.
The trees of ten thousand ravines reach to the sky, and the azaleas sound in a thousand mountains.
The mountain color is empty, the most dazzling at this time is the red mountains, they embellish the entire mountain, here a clump, there a piece, clusters, in the green mountains between the green trees in the clouds, so that the whole mountain is ethereal and passionate as fire, how many tourists attracted to climb the mountain to pick.
Shu Pui has not returned to the long drop of blood, only should be partial drop this bush more.
One after another, and open cold food. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night.
The story of the 50 strings of the Jinsei, a string and a post, is a reflection of the Chinese New Year. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a dream, and the second time I was in the middle of a dream, I was in the middle of a dream.
Who is not forbidden to fire, always in this flower branch.
The lamps are accompanied by the remnants of a dream, and the state of Chu is at the end of the world.
The water of the blue stream is disgusting, and the water of the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain on the sloping mountain cypresses is like a tsunami, and the rope hanging from the foot of the spring is green and curly. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the old platforms and stone cliffs.
The night rain on the Gangtou eating nicco, cuckoo mouth blood old man tears.
Red like fire Yingshanhong, the whole quiet mountain forest open to the extreme clamor. A cluster of mountain red in the road ahead of me surging. There are also some unknown mountain flowers, red red, purple purple, all the way to the past, the flower group all the way to stretch spread out to go.
Next to the stream, it is full of red flowers. The boundless dense flower ah, red warm, red sad, like that blood-crying cuckoo, and as if the cabinet woman's wedding dress, spread over the whole earth, as if to the ground of the red straight to the sky.
The night rain Gangtou eating nicotine, cuckoo mouth blood old man tears. The water of Blue Creek is disgusting, and the death of a thousand years hates the creek water.
The night rain in the mountain, the tree limit of a hundred springs.
Although there is no attractive aroma, but can be ornamental, but also can do medicine. She is wearing a red dress, looks dazzling. Some of the petals are all stretched out, buds gradually revealed; some buds are waiting to be released; some only unfolded two or three petals; like a Miss Pavilion, it is no wonder that people call her "flowers in the Xishi". A pot of azaleas from afar, like a burning flame.
A call back to the intestines, three spring and March to remember Samba.
The moon is falling, and the apricot blossoms are all over the garden.
I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to want to. The world's most beautiful city is a place where you can't climb the rocks of the northwest.
In the springtime, the green of Pingzhong, in the night, Zigui cried.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the movie, and the second thing you need to do is to get a good look at the movie.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
In April, before the green is still showing branches, the red flowers will be like a fairy down to earth in general, standing full of the entire hillside, with the spring breeze of the strings dance, graceful, beautiful to the extreme. If you are a young girl in flower, seeing these beautiful flowers, I believe there will be some jealousy creeping in your heart. If you are an unmarried man, I believe it is even more coveted, really want to take one back home as a daughter-in-law. Spring is so beautiful and touching.
Spring River flowers towards the night of the autumn moon, often take the wine also pour alone.
Come to the side of the mountain, the eyes suddenly bright, a strain of red, is smilingly open in the mountain side. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. It touches the softness of my heart, and I tremble with it.
One after another, and bloom cold food.