Play the river, the willow is soothing, and the pond is full of drizzle when the moonlight returns.
The dancing is swaying, the swallows are flying and the dragonflies know what I mean, and they are kissing the lotus.
The mud incense brings rain, the plumbing duck prophet, and the new lotus only dews when the dragonfly stands.
Dragonflies and butterflies dance on the water, and no one knows when the pond returns overnight.
Dew delicate, dragonflies stand on the grass, pond frogs make noise, cut the breeze.
The pond is full of flowers, dancing, and dragonflies are sleepless at night.
The swallows return to the spring and the pond is full, only to show the sharp horns, and there are dragonflies standing above.
The dragonflies on the water point cuiping, the lotus wind blows the willow silk lightly, and the pond moonlight returns to whisper.
Tim charming, playing lotus canopy, clear as Xu, whispering.
The spring breeze blows the willow green pond, the swallow builds the painting beam with mud, the dragonfly flies up and down the water, and the lotus tip jade dew shines silver.
The mud swallow pond duck plays with the waves, and the lotus leaf field is dotted with small snails.
When going out of the wall, into the wine, Mo Dao root must be nowhere to be found, and the flowers and leaves are always appropriate.
The yellow oriole at the bottom of the leaf can't stop flying, and the roots are old and unswept, and no one sweeps the ground, and a hairpin is folded into a hairpin.
In the mountains and forests, the leaves and flowers are lush and not stained with dust, and the light and elegant Qingfen is unique and proud.
In a dream, a branch of red apricot green leaves is melaleuca green, 10,000 points of blue.
Three or two branches, elegant and fascinating, the roots are deeply rooted to cover the summer rain.
Now it is gone, a few hairs are full of hair and no one asks, and the branches are sent far away.
The roots are deeply rooted to cover the sun and moonlight, and Qingfen is vulgar and beautiful, and proud.
Qingfen is intoxicated with the field, a branch of red apricot blooms all over the garden, the yellow oriole at the bottom of the leaf sings green willows, and the roots are drizzling and moistening the flowers.
A branch is sent to Lingnan, clear and elegant, leisurely, deeply rooted in the mud, and the flowers and leaves gently shake the underwater sky.
After many years, he is not idle, he can get drunk, and he is alone in the clouds.
The temples are thin, the leaves are slight, the people are intoxicated, and they are folded with a smile.
Qingfen is not stained with the dust of the world, the world is spring, the green willows are singing, and the roots are deeply rooted in the body for ten thousand years.
A branch of red apricot Qingfen falls into a cold dream, Mo Dao root has nowhere to be found, and the flowers and leaves fall to each other.
The flowers are full of colorful glow, the roots are deeply rooted in thousands of homes, the people are intoxicated, and they show off to the end of the world.
The roots are deeply rooted in the mud and are not stained, the water is artesian, the fragrance is overflowing, and the flowers are shy.
Qingfen is elegant and naturally opens, sparse shadow a branch into a dream, the yellow oriole at the bottom of the leaf sings green willows, and the roots drizzle moisten the moss.
Sending the end of the world, Qingfen and elegant are deeply rooted in the soil, reflecting the morning glow.
The autumn wind is swaying, let the rain pour, full of clear fragrance where to find, a lone branch of self-enchanting.
Deep in the water**, the leaves and flowers reflect the sun, the light and elegant fragrance is overflowing, and the lone beauty is proud.
Tim Ya fun, a single branch to the end of the world, thousands of waves, rain roots and thousands of flowers.
A lone branch of Qingfen into a dream, in the soil, the flowers and leaves fall in the wind.
The leaves are full of ponds, and the roots are deeply rooted and do not fight with the group, the first branch.
The roots are deeply rooted in the quagmire, the leaves and flowers are lush and the blue sky is full of fragrance, and the fragrance is overflowing, and the beauty of the branch is passed on.
Qingfen overflows, a single branch and leaves fall with the wind, only the roots are planted in fertile soil.
The stream surrounds the mountain village, butterflies fly to the garden full of flowers, the most is the deep and quiet place of the forest, and the fog is broken to see the dusk.
Through the clouds and fog, the deep mountains are not frightened, and the stream by the butterfly spring is accompanied by frogs.
Dense birds call each other, wild paths fly through flowers and shadows, around the village.
Spring and autumn by the spring, the gurgling stream flows eastward, the purple swallows fly away, and the forest is deep and the mountains are good for cattle.
The stream surrounds the east of the village, and in a dream, the sunset forest is deep and the people are gone, and a bright moon is piercing the sky.
Yunwai Road, the forest in the rain, dreaming back to the butterflies gurgling around the shade of the trees.
The grass is dense and uninhabited, the road turns back to the spring and the flowers are splendid, and the mandarin duck stream is lingering.
Flying over the small building, the stream flows eastward, looking through the autumn moon flowers and worrying alone.
The grass is green by the gurgling stream and spring, and the birds are singing in the dense forest, breaking through the fog and dew.
Walking the rivers and lakes, the mountains are high and the birds are calling, the flowers are blooming by the springs, and the waves are happy.
Secluded dwelling has its own feelings, stepping on songs, butterflies gurgling among flowers accompanied by birdsong.
Butterflies and butterflies dance in the east of the small bridge, green reflects red, shuttles between the willow banks, and the forests are dyed in the sunset.
The stream gurgles across the stone bridge, the butterflies fly and the willows sway, and the forest is deep and does not see the branches and is free to be delicate.
In the sky, into the drawing, the flowers are splendid, and the shadow of the stream is blurred.
A forest of birds is always in spring, thousands of miles of pedestrians want to wear it, butterflies do not know that it is a dream, and the falling flowers and streams are gurgling together.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art