In the spring and autumn, the crane hair boy Yan Zhi is not resting, welcoming distant guests, and Tian Weng will have a bumper harvest.
The spring breeze and rain are painted brocade, thousands of miles away, and the coarse tea and light rice are also intriguing.
Laughing and calling, the young children in the field know what I want, and there are no three meals.
The childish laughter is full of laughter, the coarse tea and light rice spend the rest of their lives, the poetry field plants acacia beans, and the village women hoe to be lonely.
is also calm, smiling at the basket of life to welcome distant guests, Tian Weng took the burden to send Feihong.
Planting beans should be too early, village women are not tired of picking tea, Modao mountain children have no Yaxing, and light rice has become a poem.
The village woman carried the plow and brought the moon back, and the children were puzzled by the song and the food was fat.
Tang Chu is shallow and blue, and the dining court does not understand the affairs of the world, and last night's work.
Light rice to spend the year, crane hair and childish face with sunset, I don't know where to go, the field by the stream is clothed and veiled.
Cooking wine is refreshing, meaning long, I love to play children riding bamboo horses, coarse grains and light rice to spend time.
On the bank of the stream, intoxicated with the fields, the shepherd boy went home with a smile and a loud voice.
Niu Zhu Tong'er flute, and the drunken chicken Lin Tianlu has nothing to do, and he looks at the village woman taking care of the silkworms.
I haven't forgotten a hundred years, the joy around the knee is boundless, and the women and farmers in the village work hard.
Tian's father picked wild vine flowers when he hoeed, and the shepherd boy returned to the flute.
By the stream, the face is intoxicated with the field, the cow plays the flute on the back, and the music is in his old age.
Where did the crane come from, and asked the old man, Tian's father didn't know that the village woman was crying in the autumn wind.
How could he have forgotten to serve the country and sing sad songs, no one asked the village women, and the fields were barren and grassless.
What does Tian's father mean when he returns, the women of the sister-in-law village sing mountain songs, and the shepherd boy laughs a lot after tea.
By the stream, between the blue waves, playing the horizontal flute, the coarse tea is better than the fairy.
The children don't understand what happiness is, how can it be poor if it is difficult to find a meal, but they hope that the Tian family will have more crops, and the village women will not be taught to stain their towels with tears.
Light rice and coarse tea around the knee are endless, and the sound of frogs in the idle village is thick at night.
Where is the home, Huanxi Sha, the shepherd boy plays the flute on the back of the cow, and the light rice and coarse tea are a bowl of flowers.
The village woman returned late with a hoe, Tian Weng helped the plough and the flute on the back of the ox, and the light rice and coarse tea talked about mulberry hemp.
Where to go, sit on the east side of the small bridge after dinner, and dry the prince by the Tianqing River and the blue river.
The smoke and rain are collected, where is the woman of Hutonggu Wine Village now, empty tears.
The willow silk is long, the clear and void swallows are busy, and don't ask Hongchen is the right way to spring.
Absolutely fine, more than 30 years of red dust without pure land, no Penglai.
Hongchen dreams of the world to stay, and the rest of the wind and rain road spends the spring and autumn.
The warm wind blows in April in the world, and the red dust returns from a dream, Mo Daoqing has no place to look, and his remaining heart turns into colorful clouds.
Where does the secluded path lead, the moon is clear and void on this body, how many things are in the red dust, and everything in the world will come true.
Taoyuan Realm, Hanmo Yuan, how many things, the right way in the world is the blue sky.
The dust has a lot of emotion, and the two stumbles, meet confidants, and appreciate the clear void thousands of miles.
Everything in the world is unpredictable, such as floating clouds, what a foot, but the rest of the spirit is long.
When the remaining pride is as empty as the old, looking back at the red dust, how much hatred there is, where is not lovesick in the world.
The situation is difficult, there is more than enough wine in the cup of loneliness, how many things are in the red dust, and where is the world unsettled.
Where to find the peach source in the red dust, a line of leads, more than a few years have passed, and the realm of Qingxu is at a loss.
Where to find in heaven and earth, when will the red dust and mundane world rest, the realm of pure and void is endless, and only the afterglow shines on Kyushu.
The shoulders are not resting, and the clear and void realm is like a dream, and there are caves in between.
The realm of pure and void forgets each other, a dream, looking back at how many things have happened in the red dust, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.
Red dust seeks a pure land, where to find immortals in the world, only a little spirit is left, and the void is in a dream.
Good scenery, thousands of miles of red dust and a long dream, nowhere to find, only the remaining spring into the poetry bag.
For more than 40 years, the realm has been empty, so why bother looking for freedom in the world.
The scenery is good, and there are many things about the red dust of indifferent feelings, which is true.
Where to find the red dust, in a dream in heaven and earth, more than 30 years have passed, and the moon is hazy in the clear realm.
Looking for the fairy mountain, the red dust is clear and empty, and the sky is empty, and only the bright moon shines without sleep.
After more than ten years, it is better to be clear in the dream, looking back at how many things have happened in the red dust, where to find the beginning.
The Qingxu realm has been in a dream for more than a year, looking back at the red dust where to find the immortals.
On each side of the back, the sound of the jade flute became a swan song, which was madness.
Qing Xiao played under the moon, and the sonorous strings made waves, and the jade flute blew the willows, which made Sijun sleepless at night.
The world is shocked, the nine heavens are roaring, where is the jade person, Jun is on the first floor of Yaotai.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art