Blooming, plain wrapped in silver to reflect the colorful glow, competing for beauty, leaving only the fragrance full of the world.
The fragrance of peach and plum sends warmth to the end of the world, red as fire, not strange and better than her.
Blooming clouds, thousands of branches overflowing people are intoxicated, and they don't want to go home.
The poetry garden is strange and blooming, the colorful glow is reflected in the red yarn, the fragrance is fragrant and intoxicating, and the end of the cape is my home.
Full of branches, the fragrance strikes thousands of colorful flowers, I don't know where it is wonderful.
The solitary show is to the end of the world, full of fragrance and drunken thousands of homes, not competing with the strange and gorgeous, still smiling and colorful.
Who smells the broken strings of Mo Dao's bosom friend, and the falling flowers and flowing water are looking for the old man.
The mountain does not count the years, and the clouds flow intermittently, and there is no continuity, which is the immortal.
Xingyun for another year, the mountains look up to ask the sky, do not meet the ears of the child, just for the bosom friend to pluck the strings.
Boya has no children, who is stupid, the song of the mountains is the longevity of the king, and the flowing water and clouds are all poems.
It is a fairy, who is pitiful, falling flowers and flowing water, mountains and mountains never sleep.
The mountains have sung to this day, the clouds and flowing water do not meet the ears of the child, where to find the bosom friend through the ages.
Boya strings outside the heart, do not meet only play the piano, the mountains and clouds sing freely.
A bosom friend does not meet the child period of the qin, and there are old people in the mountains of falling flowers and flowing water.
Looking for ancient tunes, flowing water sings new sounds, does not meet the ears of the child, and the world is tilted.
Where to find the falling flowers, move the yaoqin, and boya does not meet a bosom friend who sings together.
Qin meets Boya and plays the green Qi, drunk and red-faced, with a clear conscience, flowing water and clouds are leisurely.
The piano meets the bosom friend and plays the ancient tune, the strings of the boya are broken and no one listens, and the falling flowers and flowing water stop sighing.
Unsearchable, self-groaning, no one continues, bosom friend is a heart.
Distort the meaning of the clouds and flowing water, play the piano and play the bright moon and the mountains, Boya does not meet the child period and, who listens to the eternal bosom friend.
Whoever unravels the boya song for the king, Gao Shan is fortunate to have no chance to meet the deceased.
There is nowhere to be found, the sub-stage qin, the clouds and flowing water are empty and hateful, only the mountains are free to sing.
The mountains are full of tears, the flowing water is ruthless, and the bosom friend is difficult to find.
The sub-period groaned, a song bosom friend full of tears, looking up to the mountains and flowing water.
Playing the piano in vain, who unravels the tooth ruthlessly the flowers fall, and the birds fly.
Mu Qinxin, Xingyun is free to sing, Mo Daoboya does not meet anyone.
Looking for the heart of the qin, looking up to the high mountain boya childless period, the place is not in the king.
Flying in the sky and falling flowers swim at will, not knowing that you are a guest, carrying spring and autumn.
Where to find the flowing water and high mountains, the bosom friend is difficult to find in the dream, the falling flowers are intentionally gone with the wind, and the flying flotsam is ruthless with the rain.
Where to find the spring, the flowing water and the mountains are at ease, and they intend to go with the wind, and the flying flotsam has no intention of chasing the world.
People don't know, dreams are difficult to come true, where is it now, I know who makes the jade sound.
The heart is lost, the intention is to return to the boat, the flute sounds, and the flowing water and mountains are sorrowful.
Flowing water and high mountains have several autumns, looking for the marquis, going with the wind, flying flotsam has no intention of chasing the waves.
I don't know who the red dust and flowing water are left for, the falling flowers deliberately go with the wind, and the flying flotsam has no intention of swimming in the waves.
Intentionally go with the wind, flying flotsam has no intention of dreaming, where to find the high mountains, I don't know who to open tonight.
Flying in the sky provokes lovesickness, people don't know, Yaojun's heart is like a bright moon, and the mountains and rivers send infatuation.
The mountains and rivers cannot be chased, I know when you will return, the fallen flowers are all over the ground and no one sweeps them, and the flying flotsam fills the sky with self-pity.
Where to return, the small bridge and flowing water are all over the ground and no one sweeps it, and there are butterflies chasing in the sky.
The falling flowers are intended to stay in the spring dream, the snow is full of head, where to find the flowing water and high mountains, I don't know who will solve this sorrow.
Dancing with the wind in the blue sky, the falling flowers have no intention of chasing the spring red, I don't know where the flute sounds, and the mountains are in a dream.
No one knows, the bright moon and breeze are known, and the spring is gone, and the sky is full of lovesickness.
I don't know how many times the bright moon and high mountains have been heard, no one sweeps it, and the flying flakes are looking for themselves in the wind.
Cause people to worry, where to find the mountains with love, when will it be off.
Flying flotsam drifts into the wine, falling flowers have no intention of provoking lovesickness, who knows that the wind blows and rains overnight, and the flowing water and mountains are always poems.
Listen to the flowing water, and the future will know that the flowers will fall in spring, and the sky will be full of flying and dancing clothes.
Cultivation knows where to go, flowing water and mountains are looking for old traces, falling flowers deliberately go with the wind, and they have no intention of accompanying the moon.
Falling flowers all over the ground come into a dream with the wind, and the flowing water and mountains are open for whom tonight.
Dancing and dancing, the wind swept down and did not know where to go, gurgling by itself.
It is difficult to play the flowing water tune, and a few people know that it is the sound of broken intestines, and they intend to go with the wind, and they have no intention of chasing their dreams.
It's hard to know the bright moonlit night, who listens, the falling flowers are not distracted, and the flying flakes still pity the wanderer.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art