GGuest UserRiding a white horse, crossing the Baijiang River, I strayed into the depths of the mountains.
The drizzle was as soft as silk, washing the mountains green.
The cool breeze blew, the springs gurgled, and the heat wave was gone.
Is this the only place in the country with such beautiful scenery?
Now I enjoy Yunju alone, drinking muddy tea alone, like a fairyland on earth.
My thoughts on writing are like a spring, chopping off three poems.
One knife makes a painting, one knife gives beauty, and one knife is like a mirror.
Daga Yunju, brewing this summer to relieve the heat.
Haha, I originally planned to stay for one day, but the child insisted on staying for another day. I wrote several poems after staying for two days. I hope the boss's business will be prosperous and the money will come in!
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