In poems and paintings, the river ripples, folk songs linger around the river, and people return to the shore, indicating that God is still in the Tuojiang River?

The Tuojiang River must have been awakened by singing. The Tuojiang River in the morning is always accompanied by the singing of water.

The boat was zigzagged in the middle of the river, not affectionate. Miao girls started a new day's work at dawn. The two photographers absorbed themselves in capturing the phoenix in the light and shadow.

The sun came out and shed a golden river. The trestle bridge flies over the river in waves, ribbons and rainbows.

The phoenix on the shore and the phoenix in the water complement each other, and a wisp of light fog floats into the painting, adding a little poetry.

Jumping rocks crisscross the river. Walking by the river, the river has been dripping into my heart.

Drifting by boat to the place where the sun rises. The breeze wrinkled the river, and the boat rocked like a cradle, almost making me fall asleep.

Willow trees are shaded and Tingting stands by the river. Long willow branches are like soft hair, stroking passers-by' s cheeks from time to time. The weeping willows in the water float with the waves, arousing the feelings of the people in the painting.

Clear water, flowing water, diaojiao building standing by the river, with a long ancient rhyme, continues the tranquility and peace flowing for thousands of years.

Water plants are swaying in the water, oily and green, drifting with the waves. The leaves rolled up the green water, leaving a whirlpool. A green leaf floated down with the wind, fell into the river and went downstream. Tuojiang River exudes unique aura and charm everywhere.

Melodious folk songs fill my heart and fly across the river, which makes people fascinated. I don't know what year it is.

The ancient waterwheel keeps turning day and night, measuring the eternity of the earth.

The calm was broken in an instant. It was the boat that stirred up the waves, but I was full of passion. There is a gap of tens of centimeters in front of the river. The ship took aim at the course and flew down, splashing waves in trembling and sounding at the same time.

A rainbow flew across the sky, dotted the Tuojiang River, and Dai Yue, the crown of the ancient Hongqiao, stood at the vault and smiled proudly at Lijiang.

Six-party seven-story Ten Thousand Pagodas are slender and tall, with the spirituality and sentiment of Phoenix people, telling the dream of a thousand years.

The river is becoming more and more open and meaningful, and the diaojiao building standing next to it stands quietly on the river bank, slightly revealing Zhuang Su and continuing to write the same feelings.

Freehand brushwork in the water, leaves floating in the painting, kissing the diaojiao building in the water from time to time. Miao people wash and work by the river. The water in Tuojiang River has been integrated with the life of Phoenix people.

In poems and paintings, the river ripples, folk songs linger around the river, people return to the shore, and God stays in the Tuojiang River.

As the sun sets, a river is hazy.

Sitting quietly in the diaojiao building, listening to the sound of water and watching the lights come on, I was ecstatic.

Light, shadow and wave shadow faintly reveal extraordinary splendour, outlining the psychedelic night.

Songs filled the night sky and melted in the river.

The ship passed silently in the night, and people fell asleep under the sound of water.