Three or two crows, who falls, the spring breeze, the guests are difficult to find the old flowers.
I don't want to go home, the clouds fly freely, the swallows dance, and the new nest has to fall back.
Wine and meat pierce the intestines of the guests, the host's affection, the millennium dream, and the former swallow rank comes to the wind.
There is no trace of the new nest of swallows in front of the hall, and the owner of Mo Dao has nowhere to find it, so he should know that the guests have a home.
The new nest has not been built, and the swallows in front of the beam have returned to the height, which should be an amorous species, and guests do not need to spend scissors.
It's not that the owner prefers flowers, drunk Liuxia, Tang swallows fly away, and the new nest on the beam can recognize the home.
The guests come and go, the host greets and laughs and flies, the new nest builds a thousand-year dream, and the swallows do not return in front of the hall.
Drunk Wu Gang, Chang'e Jade Rabbit lovesickness is sleepless, and he drinks thousands of people.
The flowers were drunk and interested, and wanted to ask where Chang'e was going, but Wu Gang smiled and pointed to Gui Poshao.
Wandering shadow is oblique, drunk and homesick among the flowers, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, Wu Gang is Guihua.
Dancing and singing, wanting to drink and sing with Wu Gang, Jun Mo smiled, what about the moon tonight.
Wu Gangfa Gui Chang'e had a lot of tears, invited the jade rabbit, and danced with shadows among the flowers.
If you don't know it, you should regret stealing the elixir and drinking together.
Who played the strings under the moon, drunk and lying among the flowers and didn't sleep, Chang'e stretched his sleeves in his dream, and Wu Gang held out Guihuayuan.
Where to return, Wu Gang took out the three of them drunk on the shadow, and chanted poems under the moon.
Vagui Guanghan Palace, Jade Rabbit Chang'e Dance Rainbow, Raise a glass under the moon and drink each other, laughing and talking about wine.
Drunk and lying on the moon among the flowers, Chang'e should regret Wu Gang drinking and happy.
In the previous game of chess, the flowers were drunk and should repent of stealing the elixir and cutting Gui.
Stealing medicine from Guanghan Palace, wanting to hold a cup with Wu Gang, Jun Mo smiled among the flowers, and a few people were the same under the moon tonight.
Wu Gang holds the cinnamon branch, regrets coming late, who is drunk under the moon tonight, and I am alone among the flowers tomorrow.
There is no need to resign, I know alone, and it is Guixiang who wants to ask Chang'e.
Qingxi winds around the ancient pine, and the path between the flowers is incomprehensible and lovesick, still accompanied by Wu Gang in a drunken dream.
Where is Chang'e's home, cutting Gui to the end of the world, drinking ten thousand teas alone among the flowers.
Guishu Wu Gang is lonely and tears are empty, and tonight there is a glass of wine among the flowers under the moon.
A cup of wine, the shadow under the moon is hazy, and he should repent of stealing the elixir and cutting Guigong.
Thinking about the old things in front of the window, reminiscing about the red face, Chang'e should regret that Wu Gang did not return.
Jade Rabbit Chang'e dances Guizhi, drunk Yao Pond, drinks a thousand cups less, and drinks 10,000 poems alone under the moon.
Wu Gang cut the cinnamon and brewed the elixir, wanting to hold a meal with Chang'e, and the lovesick and lonely night under the moon was long.
I don't know the year, sleep alone, where to go, cut Guiguang cold.
The hibiscus under the moon is different red, the butterflies dance among the flowers and the breeze is drunk, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and Wu Gang will not see Guigong.
The lonely Chang'e took out the cinnamon cup, and drank two tears among the flowers.
How lonely, even more desolate, who is drunk under the moon tonight, I am crazy among the flowers tomorrow.
The butterflies are still dancing, the bees are busy and the fragrance can't be kept, and the three points of spring are drunk.
Drunk Fangtang, summer lotus scattered fragrance, autumn chrysanthemum yellow snow white butterfly around the beam.
There is a lingering fragrance, and the bees come to nowhere before the flowers under the moon, and they love spring.
The flowers are busy, the warbler song is willowy, and there is a lingering fragrance in April in the fragrant garden.
Butterflies are flying, where are the ten thousand flowers participating, and the color is drunk.
The spring breeze blows the lotus flowers, the chrysanthemum wasps fly, and the butterflies surround the beams.
The spring breeze has a lingering fragrance, the willow drunken warbler is busy dancing, the bees are looking for old dreams among the flowers, and the butterflies are looking for new fragrances.
Don't mess with the swarm of bees, the four seasons are often busy with the butterflies, the soul returns to the pure land, and there is still a lingering fragrance in the coming year.
The flowers are splendid, the willows are soothing, the spring is gone, and the bottle is drunk on the moon.
Xu is drunk and fragrant, the fragrance is coming, competing for beauty, and he is willing to wander with the lone butterfly dance.
The fragrance is still from the branches, looking for it in a dream, going in spring, and looking for a soulmate from butterflies to swallows.
The swallow dancing bee flies and butterflies play the willows, and the visitors are not drunk with the spring scene, and a wisp of fragrance is more than a dream.
The grass is green and the swallow butterfly, the flowers in the garden are frenzied, still lingering in the heart, and the dream is vaguely drunk.
The willow is drunk and the grass is new, looking for it in a dream, and I don't understand the idea of wandering bees, and I still play with butterflies.
Yu Xiang is still in the middle of the dream, once drunk Fang Soul has returned several times, the flowers fall and the bees fly in the spring and go, leaving the butterfly shadow dancing in the air.
In the New Year, butterflies love flowers bloom and the warbler sings late, wisps into the dust.
The east wind provokes the flowers and butterflies again, picking bees, Mo Dao has nowhere to find the fragrance, and the garden is full of spring drunken flowers.
Fang Chunyan pauses, the fragrance still surrounds the old street, the peach blossoms do not understand the bees, and the east wind dances butterflies.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art