Such as wide fairyland   Yellow flowers Bright Gold clear

Small Bridge water Head wall  A red hilly Hill

Jiangxi Wuyuan is called "Book Township", "Tea township"

The village is a picture of the scene

Because of that,our school let students began their journey of sketching

White wall and Black Tile are well-proportioned

The mountains overlap the smog 

It makes us as if in a dream

Rape flowers all over the mountains and plains was terraced layers, from the top of the mountain to the valley floor boundless, endless. The air between the terraced fields is moist and refreshing, which is refreshing and pleasant. The Huizhou residence of the black tile white wall is mingled with a golden yellow. The magnificent scene of Wuyuan brings more surprises to the sketching tour.

Market gradually lively and simple, simple accent, warm memories.

You are in my eyes

Moonlight dancing  having an antique flavour

The moon is on the head of the branch  

The shadow is in front of

Because of peace

So the noise became abrupt

Being deeply attached to

Wuyuan cultural nostalgia

The spirituality of grass and wood

 Let people be fascinate for it

Being yourself   literature  freedom

The slow pace of life is always pleasurable  also want to see the sea of flowers by the cable car   Still thinking about the breeze and starry night     Also want to touch a piece of warm brick is the vicissitudes of life and an alley is also filled with smoke  People's footprints will be replaced by rain  Maybe one day we can meet you or that beauty.

We are still so sentimentally attached to you

take care  WuYuan

Goodbye

Conspersa ride the wind to fly

Goodbye WuYuan

You're in front of me.

Ancient moon mother-in-law antique antique

In their shadow in front

The noise becomes abrupt because of tranquility.

The cultural nostalgia of Wuyuan makes us unforgetable.

The spirit of vegetation is fascinating.

Literary  casual and free

The slow pace of life is always pleasing to the mood and the desire to sit in a cable car and look at the sea of flowers. We still want to touch a lot of vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of stone bricks, some of the alley is still filled with curl of smoke, the footprints of people will be replaced by rain. Maybe one day we can meet you or that beauty.

We're still so attached to you

Be valuable Wuyuan

Goodbye

The flowers are blown up by the wind

Goodbye Wuyuan