Who's putting on makeup in the building? It's weird for Jinfeng to write and draw.

There are several autumn winds, the clouds are empty and the grass is falling, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The undulating waves are golden, the decaying grass is red, and the rhyme is vague. The distant mountains are ablaze and the buildings are painted strangely. A few colorful scrolls are spread out, the autumn wind is swaying, and the sunset is about to set.

In late autumn, the sunset ended and scattered broken gold.

Zhankong develops and prints blue scrolls, and the buildings show their ingenuity.

Vast and boundless, with fine feathers and miscellaneous sparse.

Jade dew is decorated with white frost, and the night rain washes the dark dust obliquely.

The purple world reflects the green hills, and the wheat color in the field is thin.

Water-cooled gurgling stone bridge, the wind shadow faint clouds.

Who is like pink grass reflecting the color of fire, the clear sky is flat by day.

I don't hesitate to be short with geese in autumn, but also pity the pink grass to warm the world.

The sun is warm, the dry birds are fluttering, the wind is cloudy and the water is gurgling.

The grass is dancing, the powder waves are rippling, and the smoke is curling.

I don't know where the harp and lyre started, but jade people are always dreaming.

Charming eyes, intoxicated Iraqis, enchanting posture.

No matter where the pink and white grass is born and when it grows up, it is like a special gift from nature. On the dying side of everything, it shows the most beautiful dance. The autumn wind is dew, and passers-by are crazy. It's like a stage where beautiful women can show their dancing to the fullest, making it even more strange and full of spring.