A good year must be remembered, the smoke and willows are hazy and green and the water is long

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-30

Appreciating the fragrant flowers, entering the cuiwei, the bright thousands of miles, the spring breeze sends the swallow without thinking of returning.

Butterflies dance and fly, Fei is full of green, willow green, and the warbler cries in summer lychee.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains reflect the sun, swallows fly shuangfei, fragrant flowers are exhausted, and butterflies flutter around Cuiwei.

Yan went to the empty building and the sun was setting at dusk, Fang Fei had passed away and returned to spring, only butterflies were found in their dreams.

In March, the butterflies flutter around the cuiwei, the wind and the earth, and the warblers sing and dance with the spring return.

Zhuang Zhou's dream is lost in butterflies, drunk cuckoos, Yanlou is empty, and the afterglow is still the same as the mountains and rivers.

The moonlight is like water sprinkled with clear light, the swallow goes to the building and the empty people do not return, the courtyard is full of fragrant flowers, and a pair of butterflies fly around the court.

The swallows murmured, the sun and the moon were shining, and the wings were dancing.

Fangfei is in spring in April, in the sea of flowers, the rising sun rises in the east, and the song of the warbler and the swallow dance are endless.

Flying between the flowers, the garden is full of spring and fragrant flowers, the warblers are intoxicated by the song and swallow dancers, and the thousand reds reflect the sun.

Sprinkle Qinghui, Yan went to the empty building and people did not return, where to find, fluttering butterflies flying in dreams.

The swallows come and go, the afterglow reflects the blue sky, there is nowhere to find, and the butterflies dance among the flowers.

At the end of the world, butterflies fly to the west and shine for thousands of miles, pecking spring flowers.

Xishu falls into a picture scroll, Dongwu returns to Yan into the poem, the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and butterflies are flying all over the sky.

Where to go, the afterglow of the sunset is infinitely good, and the butterflies fly on the jade scratching their heads.

Fangfei did not want to return, the butterflies flew around the flowers, the sunset reflected outside the green mountains, and the spring breeze entered the cuiwei.

Butterflies are flying and drunk, whispering to the clouds and the moon.

The flowers reflect the sun, and the warbler song swallow is full of fragrant flowers in April, and it surrounds the cuiwei.

In the season, the swallows fly twice, the willow green and pink reflect the sun, the fragrance is infinitely good, and the butterflies chase around.

Fangfei is the first to open, under Yaotai, the glow is clear, the sky is blue, and the swallow cuts the spring breeze and fine willows.

In the dream, it is verdant, and the afterglow of the purple swallow reflects the blue sky.

The swallow builds a new pile, the willow green peach is infinitely good, and the breeze and drizzle moisten the green.

Covering the firewood in the depths, Fang Fei couldn't bear to return, and Mo Dao Chunhui's swallows were flying back.

The golden wind is sassy and crystal clear, and the swallows are full of spring and nesting.

The warm wind blows, the murmuring catkins fly, where is Cuiwei, Dou Fangfei.

Swallows prune new branches, when it is blooming, Mo Dao Fangfei Wanshui Cuiwei Pond.

The white clouds fly in the depths of Cuiwei, I can't bear to return, Chunhui is infinitely better, and the swallows are back again.

The autumn wind is full of fragrant flowers overnight, the fallen leaves are full of greenery, and when will the swallows of Mo Dao Chunhui return.

Mu Chunhui, willow catkins, where is it, the village is full of flowers.

The swallows murmur and cut the willow wind, the spring glow reflects the mountain red infinitely, the Fangfei is good in the south of the Yangtze River in April, and the rain is a green and slight smoke.

The mountains and lakes are bright and the willows are green, and Chunhui can't bear to return without reporting the title.

Zhengfangfei, into the cuiwei, full of spring and infinitely good, mud swallows and double return.

The east wind is powerless to send Chunhui, where is the return of the swallows to Cuiwei, and the garden is full of peaches and plums.

The catkins fly, the east wind sends warmth to Mu Chunhui, and the peach red plum white and yellow warbler sings Cuiwei.

Dancing cuiwei, peach and plum white have not reported that people are old first, and they can't bear to return.

Zhengfangfei, the green mountains reflect the green and faint, and the swallows are full of spring and return.

Bao Chunhui, the double flying swallow is deep in the courtyard, Fei Dou Yankui.

The swallows between the beams are full of green in spring, and Fangfei has nowhere to find it, Cuiwei Mountain.

The eyes are full of fragrant flowers and can't bear to return, the birds in the depths of Cuiwei are sparse, and Chunhui has not reported that people are old first, and they are still wandering swallows flying.

In October, Mu Chunhui, the swallow is muddy and the catkins are flying, the lake is reflected in the cuiwei, and the peach plum is white and fragrant.

Flying around the beam, Mu Chunhui, infinitely good, a curtain of dreams into Cuiwei.

The green leaves of the Philippines are fat, there are people everywhere, the heart is drunk first, and the swallow is muddy again.

Chunhui warms his heart, builds a nest and returns, looking for old dreams, and looking for fragrant flowers in the peach blossom garden.

The swallow is smiling and Mu Chunhui, the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and thousands of purples and reds are full of emeralds.

In the sky and the moon in the world, the fairy couples are chanjuan, and the magpie branches are calling, and it is the lover who sleeps deeply.

The depths of the white clouds are dense, I can't bear to hear it, I suspect that the gods are here, and the world and the sky are happy.

I still hear the sound of heaven in my ears, and there is a confidant in the depths of the white clouds.

Emperor Mu, the green mountains in the depths of the righteous path of the world, smell the fragrance of Han ink.

Heaven and earth are not alone, there is still nothing, suddenly heard the news outside the clouds, tears in the depths of the depths.

Thousands of peaks in the depths are dark, and when the mountain rain comes, I want to ask where the gods are, and the heavens are separated.

Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art

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