The geese are flying all the red, and the clouds are not endless.
Red like fire, blue as blue, thinking about where the people are in their hometown, looking at the clouds and the moon is full.
The wanderer thinks of returning to look forward to the return of the king, the clouds cover the moon for thousands of miles to spread the news, and the frost dyes the red leaves of the mountains.
A cloud, the ants in the world are unpleasant, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and the wind is wild, and there are tears and dust.
Floating silver dust, the sunshine and high branches do not know where to go, a lonely.
The sun is dark, the sky is dark, and the ants in the world are vast and my self-esteem.
This is impermanent, how many things rise and fall in the vastness of heaven and earth, and the festival is eternal.
Heaven and earth selfless ants wander a few times, bright festivals and thousands of autumns, thousands of miles.
As soon as you enter the red dust, everything is complicated, the mountains and rivers are far away from the ups and downs, the ants of life are not enough, and the world is leisurely.
The mountains are high and the water is not deep, where to find a bosom friend in the dust, the ants have many tribulations, and the world is vast and comfortable.
I don't know you, a floating cloud, there are strange people in between, life ants don't know the year, the high wind and bright festival ode to the thousand autumns, and the eternal flow is passed down from generation to generation.
Why do you need to ask, the world is vast, let me stay.
The clouds are light, the wind is high, the water is artesian, what you want, it is like a dream, the world is vast, and the boat is a leaf.
The life of the ants is like a flying canopy, everything in the dust is like a dream, and the south window is high and listens to the sound of rain.
Wealth and glory in the world, I hope that the world is full of ants, and the water is at my disposal, so I am not afraid of the turmoil of the world.
The wind and rain are full of dust, ascetics, ants and many tribulations, who cares about the vast world and the world.
The national shame hangs high to warn the world, Shenzhou is full of dust, poor ants become unjust ghosts, and heaven and earth are full of sorrow and tears.
This is ruthless, how many things are up and down in the vast world and the sky, lying down and watching the clouds.
The sky and the earth are vast and the autumn air is cool, it is rampant, and the high wind and bright festival are comparable.
Sweep away the sun and moonlight.
The rain is like smoke, the green is full of rivers, and the mountains and lakes are clear and the sky is blue.
The wild path is oblique, the flowing water is uncrossed when the flowers fall, and the bell of the mountain temple sends the sunset.
The earth moves and the wind thunders, the clouds are long, the sun and the moon are long, and the flowers and herbs are full of fragrance.
The love is sent to the sky and the earth is full of red mountains, and the sun is in a dream when the flowers fall.
The rain is like a crisp, the flowers are fascinated by the drawing, the lake is infinitely good, a village girl.
There is nothing to dispel sorrows, let me stay, and watch the falling flowers and grass green islands.
The flowing water reflects the sunset, there are people, there is no intention to go with the wind, and the grass is affectionate with the rain.
The flowers are flying all over the ground in spring, the grass is green at the end of the world, the mountains and roads are far away and difficult to see, and the old people are sent to the deceased.
Into the picture, reminiscing about the beginning, it is still there, empty and empty.
The mountain high road is far away from the west and east, the flowing water and clouds are in a dream, the falling flowers are intentionally going with the wind, and the grass is unintentionally accompanied by the rain.
It is still with the sunset, and the falling flowers are all over the ground and no one sweeps them, flying.
With the passing away, and the new life, the mountains are high and the road is far away, who asks, and the flowing water and clouds are at my disposal.
When will the grass return to the end of the world, the flowers in the dream will be ruthless and the spring will go, and there will be passers-by in Pengshan.
The geese fly south, the flowing water is ruthless and does not return, and the falling flowers are intended to return with the moon.
Into the drawing, the mountains and clouds deliberately go with the wind, accompanied by the rain.
It is clear again, the road is uneven, and the rhododendrons on the mountain are accompanied by people.
Where to find, no one asks about the flowing water in the falling flowers, and the sound sends the evening clouds.
The mountain is high and the road is far away and there is no return, and he intends to dance with the wind and return with the moon.
The peach source flowing water goes and there is no return, the mountains and lakes are at a glance, the spring of Mo Dao falling flowers has been exhausted, and the grass is green.
The east wind sweeps away the flowers, the grass is green today, the road is far away, and the flowing water and clouds are my home.
I hope that I will never grow old, and where will I find a marquis in the world