Qiu of the River

Above the river, blue sky and white clouds, clear water and green banks, shallow bottoms of fish, birds and flowers ..... It's like a scroll of slowly unfolding.

Qiuyue is like jade, moving on the shoulder of September, and the smiling smiling as a cicada wings is as pure as dew. Looking up at Qiu Yue, I saw Chang'e's face and seeing Qiu Yue's deep love.

The light of Qiuyue was covered, and the shadow was enough, quiet and far away. Entering the moonlight seems to enter a hazy dream, a ray of sorrow, a friendship, a little blessing, a trace of expectation, the cutting is constantly being sorrow, the constant is thinking, the endless thing is concerned, only in such a clear autumn. It was eager to try at night, and anyone could bear it like this.

The crowd of the river bridge, some thoughts that span the time and space, are hidden from time to time, refuse to go ashore; on the bank of the river, a sculpture connecting ancient and modern, lying on the roadside, watching pedestrians silently. The river water, wearing a moon -colored wedding dress, rippling in the ocean of the night, singing love songs; stars, opening intoxicated eyes, blinking, a series of nostalgic nostalgia came to my heart. At night, the whole smelting rivers are on. You see the reflection in the river. As the waves sway gently, the sky is lined with the sky of the sky, which is intoxicating.

A chrysanthemum smiled on the shore, drunk in autumn. A group of Hongyan waved his sleeves in the willow branches, and the Yehe River was on. On both sides of the Yehe River, golden chrysanthemums, dark red string red, pink hundred -day red, and the fragrance of fragrance, permeated.

The bridge is a special landscape on the Yehe River. These bridges are accompanied by the river water and depend on the earth, looking at the sun and the moon. This is the same. The shore was sent to the other side and walked towards the motherland.

The red or green shrub is trimmed into a beautiful shape; the coconut tree -like street lights sway the style of the south; the small road built by tiles extends the sweet longing ... gallery.

The chicken wakes up the river, and the autumn wind supports Yunyan. Under the blue sky, I climbed to the distance, looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river, colorful, making people linger. (Wang Meihai)

Source: Shijiazhuang Daily Client

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