Praise the most classic poems in Yunnan

But there is a connection.

I'm looking for you, Qianshan.

But there is a line between them.

I look forward to your coming to the ends of the earth.

But there is a line between them.

I found you in colorful Yunnan.

But there is a line between them.

I crossed the top of China and Burma for you.

The scenery in mangshi is beautiful and spectacular.

Jingtai people's clothes are colorful

It's rainy and rainy in mangshi.

I liked it very much when I came here.

I long for emotional spring.

I long for intimacy with you.

life for rent

But I hope to grow old with you forever.

Trip to Yunnan

Where can I find the ancient tea-horse road? Wan Li in the south of colorful clouds.

Cangshan Erhai Lake is eventful, with wind, frost, rain and snow as the two ways.

Time has passed, and it is getting old. Chi County has a dream of chasing fish in China.

Camellia is dancing with bees and butterflies, and Biji Golden Horse is playing.

Recalling Yunnan by Bi Ye Gu Hong.

The old trees are green and fresh, and the water flows at each other.

The fragrance and dew should still be there, and the north will see it for another year.

"Yunnan Impression" Author: Jiangxi barefoot

Yunnan tourism is a dream, and the scenery is Yulong Mountain in four seasons.

Kunming Stone Forest is amazing in the world, and its folk culture extends in all directions.

Huangshan Wind's Yunnan Scenery

The scenery in Dali is good, and the Bai people are clever and fresh.

Three squares and one wall, five wells and four days.

Cangshan show in Erhai Lake, beside the holy land of butterflies.

There are beautiful scenery in the world, and the most beautiful is in Yunnan.

"Miss Yunnan" by Ling Yuxian

When we arrived at Daguanlou,

The sunset falls behind the silhouette of the HarmonyOS system landscape.

This evening, I saw the willow trees by the river giving off a beautiful green melody.

Flowers are fragrant in the wind, passing by the bridge and ending at the bird's tail.

They walked hand in hand towards a kind of happiness.

Like a faint smile, a wink, full of shyness.

Someone came back, with a calm rhythm, unwilling to disturb the slight folds in his heart.

In the old building, I am a little worried, waiting for spring to be fat and thin.

A few corners, a few encounters

Shiban Street, facing the smoke and waves, has only original boats. Who is waiting to swim?

Walking in the crowd, I counted the prosperity.

Xiaoximen, singing and dancing, is full of youth, and is setting up a stall, ticking.

West Mountain Moon, Cuihu Love

Guandu ancient rhyme, Caohai heartfelt wishes

Even burning Baba, even crossing the bridge rice noodles, lip prints about the city.

Wipe your face at night, and it smells like smoke.

Aunt in the canteen is still watching The Temptation of Going Home on TV.

The loudspeaker in the square is singing "In Spring"

Residential area, the family inside, soft lighting, their own light and shade or sadness.

Winding, cold

He said at that time: Chengdu, please forget me tonight.

But when I left Kunming by bus, I missed those fragments and wonderful things.

On the way back to the village, I swung around the window.

Shuttling through the layered textures in the mountains

Cloudy cold gray background

I looked at a tree with tung flowers and was dazzled.

Red heart fruit one by one, while falling leaves, while sprouting, with a gentle rhythm.

The pepper forest on the hillside is bright and dry, like a blue streamer.

The bamboo on the hill and the withered grass in the sky all have the desire to wake up from the wilderness.

The desolate valley is a small village and a tile house.

Turned several turns, there are cliffs, forests, and curves of the earth uplift.

The tidbits of Eupatorium adenophorum are like cotton, covered with obviously dark corners.

A looming river, dense veins

I pass this information over and over again.

Through its cover, those walnut trees are thick, with high branches and leaves like sails.

There are meadows and ponds in the distance.

In the market of the mountain city, I smelled a strong rural flavor.

Sell pigs and eggs, buy tea and salt, and visit fresh food.

After the performance, it was a mess.

After crossing a bridge, the azaleas everywhere became solitary photos.

When the wind shakes, the flowers quiver, wrapping time and space.

This fragrant plain red, this gentle breeze, only one wave can hear them hide their faces and smile.

The beauty of red makeup has made me lose my feet countless times.

Go back along the stream.

The green manure in the mountain bay is purple, and an acre is scattered.

Sugar pears secrete a sweet tree, which attracts countless bees to enjoy themselves here.

Pick up the road, dream back to my hometown, and keep blowing.