There are a few people, moving the world, romantic affairs, and the incense lasts for eternity.
Come to the gray hair, work hard, no one asks, only the car and horse dust in front of the door.
The stream in front of the door flows eastward, several autumns, where to go, the heavens are beautiful to relieve the people's worries.
The world is full of wonderful pen chapters, the ink of the predecessors is still there, and the incense lasts for eternity.
The first acquaintance here, the incense is still vaguely in the old dream, where is the common people, the heavens are silent and the tears are hazy.
The monk sits in the hall with incense, and in front of the street lamp, he is fortunate to be blessed and prays for the heavens to descend into the world.
The blood of the people in the world is dyed red, and the right way in the world is Yinggong, the former servants and servants have succeeded each other, and the incense has been worshiped for thousands of generations.
Away from people's wishes, it always stretches for thousands of miles for the common people, and I would like to hear it a few times.
Wu Lingyuan thought about the past, reminisced about the old travel, and asked where the common people went, and Tiangong was speechless and cried.
I have dreamed of incense, and I don't know the wind and rain ahead, but I hope that all life is smooth, why bother asking the reason.
The temples are sparse, the heavens are not like me, I am old, and there are more than a thousand years of incense.
The hearts of the ancient public are full of blood and life, where is it now, only the grass and trees in front of the grave are green.
Chasing dogs, the city is full of incense and can't understand the affairs of the world, so ask a question.
The temple incense Wannian Temple, a tea in front of the Buddha's lamp, Mo Dao has a lot of suffering, and the heavenly father intends to protect the mulberry hemp.
With both hands, heaven rewards diligence before the rise and fall of the dynasty, and a few incense sacrifices to heroes.
Intentionally pity my poverty, in order to save the common people, the incense stretches for thousands of miles, and kneels down to thank the benefactor.
There are several people with the incense in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, and the common people are fortunate to know Fan Gong.
The fire and dust are exhausted, the rain hits the steps, and there are many hardships, and there are lovers.
Shine on the blessings of the common people, God rewards the diligent society, the former dynasty is a waste of things, and a few incense sacrifices to heroes.
Chant good sentences under the fence, read the common people, the incense is still there for thousands of years, and the water is still clear in front of the door.
Walking around the village, the old days, Mo Dao was silent and burst into tears.
Worship the Buddha incense is prosperous, kowtow to the pious people, and bless the people, and the Lord of Heaven intends to descend to the world.
I am fortunate to be blessed with the spring breeze, and I am grateful for my diligence, and I don't know the incense in my heart.
The world is hot and cold, cold and warm, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are empty and sighing.
I don't know it, the world is a few people are stupid, don't be a sad autumn guest, when the chrysanthemum is in full bloom.
The flowers bloom extraordinarily delicately, this good night, the world is cold and cold, and it is free.
Mo Dao is late in the spring of the world, at the right time, the world is changing in a thousand ways, and there are thousands of thoughts about cold and warm feelings.
The cold and warm people don't know it, the hot and cold world is always appropriate, and I advise you not to do it when the spring breeze is in full bloom.
Heaven and earth are sheng, Fu Yaoqin, a thousand changes, and human feelings are the same.
It is difficult to walk in the world, where is not happy in the heyday, the hot and cold world changes in a thousand ways, and the cold and warm feelings are all kinds.
The world is hot and cold, and the feeling of warmth and cold is thousands, and now I like to see the east wind thousands of miles away.
People are warm and cold, who knows, persuade the gentleman Mo Dao Sangyu night, it is the time when the sunset is about to flourish.
Spring is in full bloom in the peach blossom garden, and the world of Mo Dao is cold and changeable, and the cloudy and sunny days are always hazy.
On sunny days, flowers and warblers fly in February, and the world is cold and cold.
It's not true, the people are warm and cold in the four seasons and spring, sweeping away the dust.
From time to time, the state of the world has two reasons, and I don't know if you don't want to decline.
Whisk the peach, persuade the gentleman not to make the hot and cold changeable, warm and fluttering.
Mo Dao scholars are full of vigor and longevity, and the world changes in a thousand ways, and all kinds are the same.
The world is hot and cold, the warmth and coldness of people have their own way, and the prosperity will decline by the sky, don't wait for the flowers to fall into the void and be sad.
Cold and warm are irrelevant, the world is hot and cold, the red dust is bumpy, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are in full bloom.
It's like steaming, it's too ruthless, like a chess game, why don't you ask for a name.
Laughter is blooming, fragrant and full of arms, changeable, and people are warm and cold.
The hot and cold world is impermanent, each is busy, and they are all fixed, so don't ask the sun.
The warm and cold world is leisurely traveling, and the gentleman is advised not to do bad things, and there is no need to worry about prosperity and decline.
Liu Lang is empty, the inscription poem Cui Hu Mo contradicts each other, how much do you know about the world, and the cold and warm people look at right and wrong.
Mo Dao's life is parting, when it is in full bloom, the world changes in a thousand ways, and there are thousands of infatuations for cold and warm feelings.
The world is not always hot and cold, it is always okay to be warm and cold, spring flowers and autumn months are prosperous, don't be sentimental.
Tear-stained towels, and Qingming turned into sorrow and joy, around the tomb and the village.
When it was drizzling again, sending condolences, the paper money turned into ashes, and the tears condensed into blood and stained with sorrow.
The autumn wind is sad and the leaves are falling, the grass of the barren hill tomb is crying and the sun is remnant, and the loess is on the new grave, and there are two lines of tears during the Qingming Festival.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art