The breeze of Luo's skirt and green sleeves accompanies me, and the cloud water Zen heart is full of deep affection.
Run the grass house, at the beginning of the dance, a wisp of light fragrance goes with you, and the cloud water Zen heart enters the picture.
A bright moon broke through the clouds, and the moth eyebrows and skirts flew swallows, and the breeze sent cool into the arms of the king.
The haze is light, the sky is clear and the clouds are open, and the red leaves and skirts and jade dew send incense.
The jasper body, the breeze and the bright moon, the fairy dancing among the clouds, are always spring.
A light body, dancing with the moonlight, looking down on the red dust and fog to see the truth.
The moon is like a hook, the light sweeping moth eyebrows swing lightly, and the wind is soft.
The sky is high and refreshing, and the clouds are leisurely, and Luo skirt welcomes distant guests and sees off the boat.
Luo's skirt swings lightly with water**, a wisp of breeze sends a dark fragrance, the clouds and shadows reflect each other, and the light makeup is thick and the rhyme is long.
The drizzle moistens the lotus pond, the Cuigairo skirt dances, the heavy makeup comes out of the water, and the clouds open and the fog disperses to see the sky.
Reflecting the sky and clouds, not stained with dust, welcoming distant guests, the breeze and bright moon drunk tourists.
Cool and light floating dust, empty clouds, welcome distant guests, breeze and bright moon to send beautiful women.
Luo's skirt and green sleeves danced, sleeping with me, what to send, a wisp of light fragrance to the king.
The breeze and bright moon Luo skirt dance steps are light, and there are many things to look down on the red dust, and the clouds and fog are scattered to see sincerity.
Write all the lovesickness, the light ink book becomes a lonely poem, Luo skirt is difficult to dream, and the breeze does not understand my infatuation.
The light smoke is shy, the clouds are shy, the skirt can't cover it, and the breeze blows through the dark fragrance.
The green sleeves and skirt and the jasper body, the breeze and the bright moon are on a blind date, the Lingbo fairy dances among the clouds, and the light makeup is always spring.
There is no guess between the two, the green sleeves Luo skirt and eyebrows Shu Guangyu, and the temples are under the Yaotai.
The clouds and shadows of the sky are linked, the meaning is lingering, the Luo skirt man dance moves with his heart, and the bright moon and breeze accompany me.
How many things are going on in the red dust, the clouds open and the fog disperses to see the sunny day, the Luo skirt dances lightly, and the breeze accompanies me to sleep.
Not stained with dust, the breeze and the moon are blind dates, there is no way to reach, and the light ink is always true.
The breeze blows wrinkled Luo skirt and danced cuiwei, shy moonlight, and heavy makeup and pink reflected the clouds.
It is still uneven, and the light makeup is half covered by the weakness, and I don't know people.
The light day is sparse and the stars are not in the night, the clouds open and the fog disperses to see the sky, the skirt of Luo dances lightly, and the bright moon and breeze fall asleep.
The green Luo skirt, the bright moon and the clear breeze are Zen without vulgar thoughts, and the light makeup is always pleasant.
The shadow sinks into the water of Hunan and the water is wide, the white bird flies all over the Chu sky, the wind blows the reeds and flowers like snow, and the frost and moonlight are clear.
The shadow of the white bird comes day by day with the incense, and Qingzun does not need to fall into a dream.
The willow dance is light, the rain beats the clouds and the white birds sing when the sun rises.
The moon is bright and people don't sleep, the dream of the small building is quiet, when to go with you, the white bird flies to accompany me.
The spring light is planted everywhere, the two wander, the wind blows the willow catkins and floats away, and the rain hits the lotus and comes lonely.
Into the green darkness, the heart is frightened, and the ape cries at night and the pine wind is born.
The wind blows and does not mourn, the soul is proud and the flowers are flying, and the white bird is flying into the dream.
The mountains are clear and colorful, the rain is blooming, and the day by day flies into my house.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind sends the fragrance of flowers around the mountain.
No one sweeps, the bead curtain flower shadow is small, the first dream of sleeping, and the white bird cries.
Bored and leaning on the railing, looking at each other, the wind blows the willows and the lotus tears.
Idle with the white bird green mountains far away, the evening is slanted, it is difficult to fall asleep in the early night, and the wind blows the leaves all over the world.
The wind and clouds fall into the sunset, the song goes to the end of the world, and I don't know when the green mountains are my home.
Reflecting colorful clouds, drunk tourists, Chongyang Day, singing and laughing frequently.
The white bird flies high and spreads its wings late, the clouds open and the day is warm, the song of the spring river water, and the wind sends peach blossoms full of branches.
The golden wind is refreshing and refreshing, and the chrysanthemums are moistened, and the white birds of Chongyang are waiting until the end of the world.
The forbidden city is clear, the moon is full, the three poles of the sun have not risen, and the white birds are chirping through the flowers.
The mountain flowers welcome the guests warmly, and after the white bird blows the clouds on a sunny day, a bright moon shines on the placket.
Two or three sounds, the sun is warm in the south of the Yangtze River, and the most is to listen to the warbler in the wind all year round.
Flying all over the sky, the dew stains the clothes, the flowers bloom, the bees and butterflies dance, and the spring returns.
Chongyang again, Dogwood is ecstatic, and the beautiful sentences are clear and the wine is drunk and poetic.
A float, willing to be enthusiastic all over the sea and three thousand miles, watching thousands of households.
Since ancient times, heroes have tasted bitter and bitter, who in the world is comparable to Wanli Spring.
Don't compete with the group of fragrant fragrances, the nose looks at the four seasons are hot and cold, all the flavors of life are tasted, and I am willing to be the first lang in the flowers.
Slightly sour teeth and cheeks flow, the fragrant breeze blows the face and is not in autumn, this taste is in the world, and it is a bitter melon.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art