Falling into a dream, the mind is gone, and the bees are puzzled and fluttering around the butterflies.
After the curtain and rain, the fragrant breeze blows on the face and does not understand the affairs between the flowers, and it is still fluttering and playing butterflies.
After attracting bees with the rain, beckoning butterflies around the wind, the fragrance is better than last year.
Dancing to stay in the spring and dream in front of the bee, the east wind blows the fragrant dust for another year.
The clouds are around, the breeze is cool, the birds are singing and the flowers are thousands of trees, and the rhyme is ten thousand lines.
The willow wadding, the tears are dry, and the peach blossoms are incomprehensible and fluttering as butterflies.
The bee dancer sings and the swallow speaks happily, the butterfly flutters, the face is intoxicated, and the nose is fresh and refreshing.
The butterfly dream is still vaguely happy, the bees and swallows dance with a hundred flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the face and the fragrance of clothes is secretly transmitted.
Full of Shenzhou, drunk eyes, flowers, gentle swallows and willows.
The spring breeze hit the windowsill overnight, the fragrant flowers in the courtyard bloomed one after another, and the Modao bees had nowhere to find them, and the pink butterflies came over the wall.
The bees and swallows dance in spring, the butterfly flowers bloom one after another, and the fragrance is intoxicating.
The butterfly flies in, the second opens, the nose is clear, the people are drunk, and the poetry and painting are cut at will.
Looking at the Nanling flower fragrance array from afar, seeing the people of the north slope singing the prosperous era up close, and the butterflies and birds singing to celebrate the New Year.
Blowing the small building, the fragrance of osmanthus recalls from the beginning, and the bees come and go, and the warbler song does not relieve sorrow.
In the cold, the butterflies are flying, and the ice muscle fragrance is overflowing, intoxicating.
Flowers bloom, warblers cry spring, blowing in the face and the wind is intoxicating.
Drunk begonias, peach, willows, green swallows, dancing warblers, and busy picking honey.
The bees and swallows dance between the flowers, and the spring is full of fragrance to relieve a thousand sorrows.
The flowers bloom and the butterflies fly, the fragrant bees of the stamens come in, the spring breeze blows endlessly, and the fragrance floats thousands of miles into the feelings.
The solitary show of potpourri, the spring breeze is smiling, the swimming bees are looking forward to it, and the dancing butterflies are busy.
The flowers are on the face, the fragrance is full of garden, the wine is brewed, and the butterfly and golden stamen are dancing.
Hugh is full of tears, the night is deep, the moon in front of the window, still shining on the dreamers in the building.
The sound of autumn fell into a deep dream overnight, and I was intoxicated by the stars, the end of the world, and when the bright moon shines.
Intoxicated with the mountains and rivers looking at the moon, the dream is vaguely loving, and the sound of sub-rules is faint in the ears.
The rain warbler is chaotic, the wind in front of the eaves is long, and I don't feel that I return late, and I still lean on the building to watch the sunset.
Outside the building, Du Yusheng is deep in spring, and he is still intoxicated with the ice in the lonely lamp, a roll of acacia words.
The wine is intoxicating and comfortable, the breeze is happy, the songs and laughter are spread for thousands of miles, and the sound of firecrackers congratulates the auspicious.
In the ancient ferry, the fishing song was speechless at night, and the sound was accompanied by the water.
If it is true, it is infatuated, but there are words, a drunken heart with eternal things, and the bright moon on the top of the building shines on Chanjuan.
The frogs sang endlessly, the breeze went up to the west building speechlessly, the old trees at the head of the village shook the crescent moon, and they were intoxicated where to stay.
Wanting to be intoxicated, looking at the moon upstairs with tears, lovesickness, and caressing the piano silently in the middle of the night.
The bright moon on the mountain didn't realize that it had been three watches, and when she heard laughter, she woke up with the sound of broken intestines.
Thousands of homes, a few thunderbolts in the East China Sea, thousands of waves, a hundred zhang xia.
The dragon returns to the sea in the killing array, the phoenix falls in the wind of laughter, the hundred-foot building looks at the sun and the moon, and the mountains and rivers forget the rivers and lakes.
has been intoxicated, the bright moon at the head of the building is silent and leaning on the railing, and the night is silent and full of tears.
A leaf flat boat goes, intoxicated and unconscious, the sun is slanting, laughing and singing with the flowing water, thousands of miles to the end of the world.
Laughter, singing, lights and shadows wandering together, intoxicated is the most clear light shining on my head.
The spring is about to be twilight, and I want to talk about the past and think about the past, and I am intoxicated.
The beautiful scenery is unknown, the head rests on the green mountains and listens to the birdsong, I vaguely hear the laughter, and I wake up with tears and silence.
I didn't see the partridge flying, I couldn't bear to return, I was vaguely loving in my mother tongue in my dream, and a few cherished tears stained my clothes.
The sky is full of stars, full of joy, and the wine is intoxicating.
Silent is better than love, the spring breeze interprets the peach blossom rain of a tree, and the lamp is already intoxicated.
The face is intoxicated, looking at the moon platform at the top of the building, and a song of acacia geese calls into the window.
The old man in Jiangtou didn't feel that the sun was slanting, and when he returned, he shook out the green reed flowers with a smile.
Bees are like honey, butterflies are like fools, and the spring is infinitely good, just in time.
Mo on the butterfly is like a dream, the bee is like an idiot, and it is the right time in March of the year.
In March, the willow silk is long, entering the gallery, the warbler sings to welcome the distant guests, and the butterfly and the swallow are drunk and fragrant.
The flowers are full of garden fragrance, and the spring breeze in March sends warm sunshine, attracting bees and butterflies to dance in their wings.
The bees pick incense, the butterflies are busy, the spring is good, and the flowers bloom all over the ground.
The swallow dancer sings and the butterfly loves the fragrance, the bee flies to collect honey and brew the elixir, the mountain flowers are full of people are intoxicated, and the spring breeze in March sends a dark fragrance.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art