The more beautiful words, the better. Two, three, or four words would do, like Higan, River of Forgetfulness, Daybreak, Morning Light…Wait for this, hurry!

Answer 1

The following were all beautiful words:

Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together in autumn water, sharing the same color in the sky.
2. The breeze blows gently, but the waves are still.
Three mountains, heavy water, doubt, no road, dark willows, bright flowers, another village.
Four days high, the clouds are thin, looking at the wild geese flying south.
Spring silkworms die, their silk is exhausted, their wax torches turn into ashes, and their tears dry.
Far above the Yellow River is a lonely city among the white clouds.
The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun.
My belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it at all.
The wind and the waves will sometimes hang the clouds and sail across the sea.
Looking for him in the crowd thousands of times, suddenly looking back, that person is in the waning lights.