Drunk dancing in the world of mortals in April (Seven Falun Body)

Seven-tone wheel. Drunk dancing and red dust in April

Huang Ming

First, the scenery is beautiful.

Drunk dancing in April, Dong Jun hand-painted mountains and rivers.

The new branches stand upright outside the window, and the sound of chasing waves falls on the edge of wild geese.

Strange to see the clouds and flowing water, the pond is planted with fine catkins and haze.

On the stage, I held my arms in the sunset, and the shadows of trees covered my shoulders.

Second, meet beautiful women.

The gurgling stream slowly flows to the clear spring, and the world of mortals dances in April.

Jinyun Baishan Pingshui Road, Smoke Luo Qimeng Liu Dizhou.

How much you think about your head, the feeling around your fingers is better than ten million.

There are always some unforgettable things, and I have no sleep every night.

Third, the beauty of distance.

The guest sighs for thousands of years, who wants to send stationery?

A spring outing of 3,000 miles, drunken dancing and red dust in April.

Rong Ruo's poems are like a fan, and the poems of a mountain warm people's hearts.

Such as tide, material desire, narrow blue waves, several degrees of cross flow and several degrees of traction.

Note: Rong Ruo, Nalan Rong Ruo; Yishan, Li Shangyin.

Fourth, the beauty of spring dreams

In this life, I would like to stay in Nanshan and enjoy the infinite scenery.

The sunshine frequently adds waves, and flowers bloom to enjoy butterflies.

Stealing Cui Gai's Three Rivers, drunken dancing in April.

Shallow swimming in the river, calm, the boat stopped, and the gods competed.

Fifth, the beauty of poetry.

Pieces of smoke and clouds write the Spring Festival together with rhythm and poetry.

Being absorbed in various customs, the brushwork is meaningless and meaningful.

Willing to hug the river and close your eyes, why not try the lights in the alley?

The book is beautiful and laughs, and April is drunk.