Who knows, when you wake up from a dream, you come to collect honey, and your soul is lovesick.
The four wild flowers, the honey brewed agar syrup, the flowers are drunk, and the purple and red are fragrant everywhere.
The mad bee Langrui is unknown, walking alone, Jun Mo laughs, and pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade.
Don't show off the butterflies alone and secretly grow incense, and no one asks about the lonely fang, just busy collecting honey for the wild bees.
The willow silk is light, the butterflies dance and the birds sing, the wild bees have nowhere to go, and the gardens are full of fragrance.
The breeze blows the path, the honey is busy, the butterflies and flowers dance frequently, and the spring light is infinitely intoxicating.
Wild bees dance in search of spring, the east wind is fragrant overnight, butterflies love flowers are reluctant, and the magpies on the branches are fragrant.
Flirting with butterflies, drizzling rain silently, where to go, honey-brewed elixir.
A wisp of fragrant wind came into the window, and the first time it opened, it provoked the wild bees to look forward to it, and the soul circled the building several times.
Gently shake the swallow low, the east wind sends warm grass and fan, the spring is the most amorous, and the red is over the stream.
The grass and trees are delicate, all things are enchanting in spring, the south bank of the river, and the smoke willows are vaguely reflecting the bridge.
Spring to the south of the Yangtze River four seasons to the king, out of people's wishes, still from the amorous willows.
The green branches are full of flowers, the warbler sings and the swallow dances Li Bai competes for Fei Yan, and when it is glorious.
The willow green and yellow grass has not sprouted, the east wind is full of the capital overnight, the south of the Yangtze River flowers thousands of trees in the early spring, and the autumn is late in the north.
The rain is sunny at the beginning of the day, the east wind blows in the world in spring and wakes up from the dream, and the yellow warbler is in the depths of the willow smoke.
February day in the south of the Yangtze River, peach red plum white Dou Feiyan, east wind flowers thousands of trees overnight, silk fishing passenger boats.
One night, the east wind willow kingfisher contends, and the branches of Fangfei April are at my disposal.
The peach is opened, and the east wind sends the four seasons of spring to be there, and Ren Er.
Fenfei is full of courtyards, spring returns to the earth with a hundred flowers, sends warmth to thousands of mountains and green, and the green willows are full of affection.
A year of spring to return, Dou Fangfei, the east wind does not dissociate from people's will, still blowing flowers as willow flying.
Coming from the face, a hundred flowers bloom, and the fragrant flowers are full of boundless tailoring.
The weeping swallows fly, the east wind warms all things and is vibrant, and the rain moistens thousands of mountains and plants.
One year of fragrant grass and Fei, where is not vibrant, the east wind blows the green double flying willows.
Spring to the south of the Yangtze River in April full of branches, the east wind does not understand the peach blossoms with willow sorrow.
Another year, the willows and flowers are fresh, and the fragrant flowers are unappreciated.
The stream in front of the door flows, on the blue boat, and the peach blossoms fall to the end.
Fang Fei is not exhausted and meets you, several times you hear it, the east wind blows thousands of miles, and the peach blossoms are still like clouds.
Spring is everywhere, it is when the red is blooming, borrowing a line of poems in the east wind and willow.
The green buildings are full of sorrow, there is nowhere to be found, and the branches refuse to rest.
The willow silk in February in the south of the Yangtze River is the first branch of the east wind, and Mo Daochun has nowhere to go, and the garden is full of peach and plum competition.
A tree is fragrant, peach and plum compete for spring, and the east wind blows away the willow color new.
In the spring of March, Jing Feifen, the east wind is not dissociated, and it still blows away the willows and clouds.
The east wind blows green thousands of branches, the willow bank flowers bloom infinitely well, and where does spring come without lovesickness.
Love is not old, the east wind is full of red mountains overnight, and Mo Dao Qianfei is always empty in spring.
For a day, the moon is as bright as water and the night crane returns, to the pillow.
Urging gray hair, returning to see the blue sky, the moon is bright and thousands of miles Chanjuan is in tears.
Leaning on the building alone, where are the people of the west wind and falling leaves, Juan Zhao Kyushu.
The moon is as bright as water, Chanjuan shares this feeling, the autumn light is infinitely good, to heaven.
Chanjuan climbed the building for thousands of miles, where is the moon bright tonight, the night crane returns and the people are not seen, and a river of autumn water flows eastward.
Drifting is autumn again, the west wind night crane on the high-rise building, where are the thousands of miles of people, only Chanjuan shines on Kyushu.
I don't remember the year, who is pitiful, empty memory, where Chanjuan sleeps according to me.
Pu Chunbo green, Juan total at this time, infinitely good, idle clouds and night cranes are suitable.
Thousands of miles of Chanjuan together, osmanthus fragrant, where to go, autumn to the south of the Yangtze River grass and trees yellow.
Autumn goes to spring, the cranes are in the sky, where are the moonlit thousands of miles, only Chanjuan is in a dream.
When the water returns, there is a long roar of Wanshan Autumn, where to blow the reed pipe, not Chanjuan also relieves her sorrows.
Where is the moon bright tonight, climb the stairs together, the autumn is not dissociated, and the night crane flies around the fingers.
Thousands of miles of Chanjuan share this sorrow, the moon is like water shining on the high-rise building, where is the night crane in the clouds, and the spring breeze on the river is another autumn.
Go with the geese, reunite with the night cranes, where are the thousands of miles, Juan will return according to me.
The night crane returns with snow in the sky, the water flows east, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles, but Chanjuan is with me.
The moon prefers to be late, Chanjuan is reunited for thousands of miles, and autumn is the Double Ninth Day, and they are invited for nine days.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art