Falling into dreams frequently, the breeze blows the willows drunk in spring, flowers thousands of trees, butterflies surround the warbler and cry the moon half a round.
The mountain flowers are full of butterflies, the spring is beautiful, and the aftertaste is still around the railing.
The willow silk is new, the bees are noisy, the fragrance of the flowers is floating for thousands of miles, and the drunken spring is fragrant.
The east wind is drunk all the way to the spring, the fragrance is not stained with dust, the bees are dancing among the flowers to find the old dreams, and the butterflies are flying on the grass to find new marks.
Bees and insects, butterflies fluttering in the garden, the spring color is good, and the fragrance is still in the dream.
Butterflies dance in the wind, the bees come up from the stamen, the fragrance of Mo Dao is nowhere to be found, and the red apricots are drunk.
The wanderer of the world is full of tears, and his dreams are haunted by the soul and the green little film.
Rain apricot blossoms, dream of returning to the late spring, you can find plums.
The wanderer dreams of the soul, the cold plum blossoms in the north, the love is not over, and the end of the world looks forward to the return of the king.
Thinking of returning to tears and wet clothes, geese flying south, spring flowers and autumn moons, dreams haunt the soul and look forward to returning early.
Where is the home, looking at the clouds, the hometown dream is around the Fei Fei falling osmanthus flowers.
April is the spring breeze, where do the peach blossoms go in the dream, and the ends of the world are with you.
There is still a dream in the cry, and there is nothing to do, and I have not returned to my hometown.
Where is the township, and the spring breeze is green.
Let me go, the hometown is always about love, often around the hometown month, and the sound of other places.
The flowers fall in the spring twilight, the swallows return, and the most is to return to the bright moon and shine on the empty cup.
The cape meets and dreams are far away, Tu Fangfei, the hometown is difficult to give up, and it is not against the will to break the world.
The wanderer thinks of returning to the night, where is the hometown at the end of the world, and the spring breeze is green and vaguely to the hometown.
The geese sounded, not hurt, leaving people's dreams, flying all over the city.
Liang Zhuhua butterfly loves Fangfei, the vague person has not returned in the dream, he doesn't know where to go, and he looks forward to the end of the world.
The wildflowers at the foot of the green water bridge have not returned.
Tears are horizontal, looking for traces, the spring breeze is green and Jiangnan is green, and the dream is vaguely hometown.
Dongli drunk the world, the wanderer thought of returning to the vague mother's tears, and woke up to remember the old Filipino flowers.
Visiting plum blossoms, all the way to my home, Mo Daosi returned to send warmth all over the world.
No journey, where is the end of the world and green Jiangnan, it is always love.
Looking for friends to gather, looking forward to returning to the hometown, meeting and smiling among the five mountains.
Full of new, peach and willow green hometown is inexhaustible, and Yayi is more close.
A dream of floating life is fragrant and beautiful, and the thoughts are not over, not Chunhui.
The wild goose thinks of returning to the clouds, the end of the world looks at the broken moon, the spring breeze does not understand the meaning of the fragrance, and the peach blossoms bloom in the dream.
The sky is about to dawn, the dog barks for three months, the firewood is gone, and the few stars fall on whose house.
The shadows are sparse, covering the firewood, startling the birds, knowing that the neighbor's chicken has not returned.
Cover the sunset slanting, sparse sunset, the way back is far away, and there are two or three courtyards where chickens crow.
Suddenly, I heard the dog barking two or three times, four or five watches, the sky was about to dawn, and the firewood was half-hidden for dawn.
The sound of chickens broke the shadow of the sun at the head of the village, and the people were not seen in the half-covered firewood, and a few flowers fell on the sparse fence.
Seeing each other, the news is scarce, leaning on the firewood and staining the clothes with tears, the dog barks and wakes up from a dream, and the chicken cries in the morning and looks forward to the king's return.
The east wind blows the rain and wets the firewood, the grass and trees are sparse, the village houses are quiet for a few sounds, and the roosters are smoking.
The dog barks in front of the door and startles the birds, the chickens behind the house cries to call the morning glow, the sunset stars are sparse and the sky is late, and the firewood is half-hidden to taste fragrant tea.
The smoke of the cooking, the dog barked at the firewood in the mountain village and the people had gone, and it was a sunny day.
The starry night is still like a hook, leaning alone on the building, the dog barks and people can't sleep, and the chicken cries and wakes up in tears.
Chai Fei looked at the distant building, the stars were sparse and the moon was bright and the night breeze was soft, and suddenly heard the dog barking and startling the birds, and the chicken crowing to make the guests worried.
The sun has been slanted, chickens and dogs are jumping and making trouble in the farmhouse, the mountain village is quiet, and the apricot blossoms are half covered with firewood.
The night in the mountain village of Maodian is quiet, people are not seen, and the few stars fall on the shoulders.
The people are sparse, the dogs bark at the beginning of the cooking smoke, and the chickens do not return.
Another spring in the barking of dogs, chickens and dogs jumping in the new morning, the stars are sparse and the moon is clear and the wind is clear at night, and no one is seen in the half-covered firewood.
There are many differences, the firewood is missing in the barking of dogs, and the stars are sparse and the moon is setting at dusk.
The road is far away and sparsely populated, the trail is deep and deep to cover the firewood, and suddenly the dog barks and startles the birds, where does the hut return.
The firewood is half-hidden, and the shadow of the guest is scarce, and the dog barks three watches and five drums to call the morning light.
The bark flew away, and saw that the chicken star was about to dawn, waiting for the king to open.
Crying through the fifth watch, the dog barks at the head of the village and does not sleep, the firewood welcomes distant guests, and the stars are sparse and the moon is full of words.
The mountain village is sparsely populated, covering the firewood, suddenly hearing the dog barking and startling the birds, knowing that the neighbor's chicken has not returned.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art