The wine is a sight, the vicissitudes of life, the heart is still drunk, and the nose is not young.
The mouth moistens the throat, and when he smiles, he is shocked, and his lips are like drunken eyes.
The fragrant wind blows through the east of the small bridge, a tree is red, there is no such smell, and I am willing to be lonely in it.
The nose is solemn, the face is flying, all the flavors of the world are tasted, and he is willing to be a pillar for his children and grandchildren.
Life is bitter and spicy, willing to pay the vicissitudes of blood, proud of the snow for thousands of miles, and a wisp of nose to see through the bones.
Divide the sweet snow milk and the east is slippery, the north is cold, the nose is nothing, and the incense is deep and the night light is remnant.
The fragrance is tender like crisp and sweet honey, the nose is like salivation, all the flavors of life are tasted, and the bitter, spicy, sour and salty products are sweet.
The courtyard is full of fragrance, the fragrance is overflowing, and the taste is a thousand flavors, sweet and cool.
Fried into snow flakes Dongpo flavor, Lu Yu tea, a wisp of breeze and fragrance overflowing, refreshing people's hearts and nose to view flowers.
The world is famous and tired, but I hope that the world will taste all kinds of flavors, the nose is cool and the heart is calm, and the dream is especially fragrant.
The incense is still falling, the nose is full of love flowers blooming, He Zudao, willing to turn the blood into dust.
The nose is refreshing, the heart and spleen are heart, and after tasting the bitterness, he is willing to offer his true feelings to his children.
The taste of peach source is willing to be the breeze and fragrance of the world, and it has been drunk for thousands of years.
Joys and sorrows are sweet and bitter, the taste of the world is light and strong, there are many things to look at, and the fragrant tea is calm.
Chrysanthemum fragrance, fresh nose, no flavor of life, sweet wine drunk sunset.
The forest is not reliable, the incense burns at night, everything in the world is tasteless, and people take the next line.
Right and wrong are tasteless, affectionate, sweet and sour, and a wisp of incense is full of hatred.
Sweet and sweet, life is full of vicissitudes, and it is fragrant.
A pure product, the nose is like thunder and does not stain the dust, the taste is beautiful when swallowing slowly, and the spirit is raised in a humble room.
The nose is warm in the south, and the Beidou is fragrant, this taste should only be in the sky, and it is not willing to be a water Cao Lang.
Chrysanthemum flavor, cinnamon sweet, autumn color boundless, full of nose.
The sky is clear and autumn, the golden wind sends the cool geese array to empty, and the noble chrysanthemums are all over the place.
The wind is clear for a good autumn, the fog is dispersed and the moon is like a hook, and the mountains and rivers are far lower than the small buildings.
The green feather soars low and wide, and the wind clears thousands of miles through the clouds and fog.
Shocked four, low and drunk three watches, the sky is clear and the moon is clear, and the evening tide is flat.
does not return to the sky, the autumn frost is born, and the low white head is long sad and broken.
The green leaves help the wind in the face, see the clear sky, the arrogant sky, and the strength is low to the blue sky.
A voice of Du Yu called low, several high branches cried and broke the intestines, and the clouds were light and the sky was clear and the sky was beautiful.
Do not stain the dust, welcome spring with a smile, outside the blue sky, the wind blows is always true.
The clouds are light, the sky is clear, the moon is deep, the wind is light, the night is quiet, the birds return to the forest, the low and shallow singing no one responds, and the branches of the tall trees are singing freely.
The pen walks the dragon and snake, the sun and the moon, the water and the clouds, and the sky is high, eight buckets, and the young man is low.
It is not low, it is self-growing, there are mountains outside the clouds for eyes, and there is no wine to pour before the wind.
Coats has a million soldiers in his chest, low and speechless, the fog is clear, the rain and wind are wild, the sun and the moon are bright.
Entering the picture screen, the pine wind and bamboo rhyme are accompanied by the sound of the waves, and the scenery of the low Angu Temple Villa is bright.
Another winter, the clouds open and the fog disperses, the sea is wide and galloping, singing Datong.
At the beginning of the month, the shadow did not return, and the wind and dew outside the clouds wet the clothes.
An old pine, low and not with the fog to disperse the morning sun, clear and red sun.
The clouds are light and the sky is clear to send cool chrysanthemum red, dance to welcome the guests, and sing Datong.
The wind rolls and the flowers fall all over the body, the clouds open and the fog disperses and it is spring, the sky is high and the sea is wide, who asks, and the bird's nest is looking for the old man.
The green mountains are low, the sky is high and the sea is wide, the fog is broken, and the rain and wind stop the sun and the moon are long.
Reflecting the colorful glow, playing the reed flowers, the fishing song rises, and the wind sends the clear sound to my house.
The shadow of the sparse moon is slanted, the heavy wet window screen, whose daughter, the number of tall branches and flowers.
The wind rolls the bead curtain at night, the shadow is reunited, and the two swallows are only low in front of you.
The green mountains and green horizontal lakes are long, the clouds and shadows reflect each other, and the golden wind sends the fragrance of rice flowers.
The clear light is sprinkled with blue sky, the day is bright and the night is hazy, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the poems of the moon are full of charm.
The night is hazy until dawn, the ground is full of stars, the moon is endowed with verses, and the wind sends the fragrance of flowers into dreams.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and autumn, the poetry is idle and sorrowful to the moon, and the clear light is sprinkled outside the thousands of mountains, and the tears flow freely before dawn.
Yin Yuefu, when the wind and dew spread the road of the world, when I woke up from a dream.
Qinghui is like water shining on high-rise buildings, it is nearly autumn, last night the wind blew the flowers and fell, and now the moon is in the middle of the dream.
People are quiet until dawn, a wisp of clear light accompanies me, the moon is endowed with poetry and elegant rhyme, and the willow dance is light.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art