Blue water, blue sky, green embankment, a flower, a bunch of grass, a brick, a tile, and build a Yunhe town.
The chronicle of Zi Shui River is a circle of bamboo forests outside Li Zhengshu’s old courtyard. When there is wind, there are many styles. When there is no wind, lazy like a young woman who thinks of a distant person. The wild bees drilled many holes in the old wall when the rape flowers were yellow outside the courtyard. They use fine bamboo sticks to dig them into glass bottles and watch them fly and crawl, listening to their exquisite voices. If there are beautiful little whirlpools of fine earth at the base of a wall,