Last night, the west wind sang the wine to Yangguan, and the pale white hair and green mountains left me idle.
Seeing off the boat, tears flowed, the blue bird did not know the meaning of the wanderer, and brought the spring to the face.
The spring breeze is happy and cheerful, the grass is green and white, and the white people are not old, and the light song sings all the way to Yangguan.
Embroidered mandarin ducks, powdered faces reflect the moonlight, and Mo Dao's sideburns are heartfelt.
Colorful, the rain hits the sun, and the delicate face is nowhere to be found, accompanied by the king.
The tears are not dry, the temples are spotted in the dream, and the five willows are in front of the green gauze tent.
Reflecting the delicate face, the blue water and green waves are not old, and the blood sings Yangguan.
The green smoke and red leaves of the distant trees dye the autumn face, why sigh on the temples, another year.
The moonlight on the spotted bamboo branches is cool, the yang guan breaks people's intestines, the jade face is haggard, who pities me, and the green temples wither and tear two lines.
The smiling red clouds, the shadow gently shakes the green jade branches, the autumn comes to the spotted sideburns, and the Yangguan three stacks send acacia.
Shu Wangyan, sighing and sorrowful, Xiaoxiang rain, a song of Yangguan to send guests back.
The dust is spotted, the moon sings Yangguan, the heart is still strong, and the dream of green water and green mountains is also idle.
A song of Yangguan thinks of his hometown, dyes frost spots, invites the green moon, and the flowers of the four seasons bloom for my face.
Yuyan is haggard and sparse white-haired, a thousand tears of spotted bamboo, and Yangguan has three stacks of ten thousand peaks.
At the beginning of the dew, the powder face is shy and half-hidden, the autumn is old, and the spring breeze once sang Yangguan.
I have seen the spotted clothes and phoenixes, singing Yangguan, the sky does not change the color of the year, and the green frost is still dyed between the temples.
Yangguan three stacks of tears, the temples are white and reminiscent of the old years, the dream is vaguely green willow shore, and the jade face is not seen when he wakes up.
All pale faces, white-headed and green robes do not know the world, and the water passes through the sun.
Hanmei is proud of the snow and shows her youth, smiling, the years are spotted, the white people are easy to get old, and Yangguan sings a song for a thousand years.
The white hair has become spotted, the tears of Yangguan have not dried, Mo Dao is pale and easy to get old, and he does not change the old time.
Towards whom, do not change the infatuation to the fifth watch, become gray hair, the mountains and rivers are far away.
The dream of returning from the mountains and rivers has not come true, and it is often in the ears, and the heart is still with you.
Looking at the distant sky, the family and mountains are still unchanged, and the moon is full.
Do not change the original intention to look ahead, have a clear heart to the sky, how to be afraid of the dangers of the mountains and roads, and dare not speak.
God bless, do not change the infatuation in this life, the fate has ended, the mountains and rivers are far away from the Yiren.
Shui Yuan has few friends, he has not met a beautiful woman who has broken his intestines, and the years have not changed, and he is still by his side.
When we meet, we have a dream of rivers and mountains, and the ruthlessness of the years is the soul of poetry.
The wind and clouds have changed, and the ambition is where the Cunjia Mountain is, and the temples are spotted.
A few journeys on the mountain, the spring breeze has not yet arrived, and it is silent not to change the dream of the year, and the moon is bright with an inch of heart.
The ambition is not broken, Ren Panhuan, the wind and frost do not change the color of youth, and the world is wide in an inch.
What does it mean, thousands of waves, mountains and lakes are not wasted in the sky.
A piece of sending clouds, do not change the infatuation of the red dust and loneliness, the mountains and rivers are far away.
There are thousands of mountains and roads, and there are tears in the silence, and the infatuation does not change an inch of the world.
The young ambition is at my disposal, and the years are ruthless and still related to the common people.
If you don't change, how can you rest to serve the country, the spring is always there, and you don't want to be paid.
Where is not drifting, the dream has not woken up, and the ruthlessness of the years is still the past.
In the dead of night, people are not in pairs, reflecting the moon window, infatuated looking for old dreams, and the heart is a family state.
The years have passed without changing their faces, and they have a clear conscience for the sky, and the vicissitudes of life are not broken.
can serve the country, he is a man, he has spare time, and he doesn't know it.
The mountain flowers are fragrant, and they have not yet felt cool in autumn, and they do not change their infatuation after the wind and rain, and they still love the sun.
Before the late autumn water, the geese returned to the south, and the wind and frost did not change an inch of heart to the sun.
The old time is green, who listens to it, the mountains in the dream are stacked with thousands of stacks, and the lovesickness is not old and the temples are the first stars.
Thousands of miles of fireworks leave the homeland, thousands of lights and white hair, why sigh, the old land is better than a fairy.
Today's old, when will the old sentences be closed, and the New Year is full of fireworks.
On a different day, the king of fireworks and firecrackers, Xie Tang Qianyan, and the people Yan.
Never sleep, celebrate the New Year with laughter, and thousands of households welcome the spring again.
Say goodbye to the old year, celebrate the harvest scene with enthusiasm, and spend never sleep.
The sound of firecrackers ushered in the snow day, and the Chinese New Year's Eve was full of people.
It's the New Year's cold again, fireworks and firecrackers are ringing all over the world, and thousands of households are getting rid of the old year, just for the world to be happy.
Firecrackers rang out in the sky, thousands of households celebrated the New Year, full of face like jade, laughter and old shirts.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art