Dancing spring, Bai Mei Niang, infinitely good, the east wind sends warmth to the garden.
The embankment willow is charming, the son cuts the spring, goes with the wind, and turns into peach blossoms all over the ground.
Jiumu Fangyuan left a beautiful shadow, into the heart, whispering, willow Mei Niang than wings.
In March, the willows and green apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are fragrant, Mei Niang does not understand the spring breeze, and the swallows build mud to paint the beams.
A wisp of spring, Mei Niang smiled and drunk tourists, has been accompanied by peach blossoms, and the fragrance is still with the catkins.
I don't see Wu Meiniang back then, dancing in neon clothes, a wisp of fragrance goes with the wind, turning into spring mud and still fragrant.
Fangjing is not leaning on the building alone, when will the fragrance and jade be gone, poor Feiyan will return late, and she will not see Mei Niang's empty tears.
Potpourri, thousands of purples and thousands of red charming girls are affectionate, and the swallows are dancing in neon clothes.
Feiyan pierces the clouds and the nine skies, the flowers are delicate, the spring breeze is intoxicating, and the fragrance is leisurely across the small bridge.
The beautiful lady of the alluring city, the dancing swallows and dancing clothes, the soul turns into acacia rain, and the world is fragrant.
Fang Xinlai, thousands of branches and thousands of flowers bloomed, whispering, suspected to be planted by Mei Niang herself.
The body is like a flying swallow and a beautiful girl, fragrant for four seasons, and the fragrance is drunk in the east wind.
The spring breeze is warm, the swallow is like a brocade of flowers, and Liu Ling is drunk.
For whom is the soul open, the jade bone ice muscle fragrance comes from it, the flying swallow is looking for the old dream, and the charming lady goes down to the yaotai.
In the west of the small courtyard, the autumn colors of Fangyuan are incomprehensible and lovesick, and the swallows return to cry around the trees.
Feiyan has been passed down through the ages, and she has no intention of staying for 10,000 years, where does a wisp of fragrant soul go, and who has pity for the jade death.
Thousands of purples and thousands of red swallows dance in neon clothes, and a wisp of spring mud is more fragrant.
After the wind and rain, the fragrant jade and the swallow are nowhere to be seen, leaning on the building.
Send cool osmanthus fragrance, full of golden yellow all over the place, Mei Niang has no elegant rhyme, light song Feiyan dancing neon clothes.
Shuttling brocade, dancing neon clothes, a wisp of the soul goes with the wind, turning into spring mud to protect the fragrance.
Pretty girl, cut spring, whose girl poet's pen and ink are fragrant.
The fallen leaves are autumn again, the reed flowers fly white snow in the window alone, and the chrysanthemum in the South Park blooms golden.
The word goose writes clear sorrow, the reed flowers flow by water, and the night rain knocks on the window and blows the leaves all over the mountain in autumn.
The breeze of Beizhu peach and plum compete to open, pushing the window to ask the autumn sound into a dream.
Entering the Xuan window, the night is not in the winter, Nanfei thinks of his hometown, and misses his hometown.
The winter years are long, the words are desolate, and the chrysanthemum is yellow in the north and south gardens.
The wild goose word from the south is a line of clouds, thousands of miles of spring, knocking on the window to surprise a good dream, and the morning breeze is blowing the autumn soul.
The door of the door is opened in the north of Zhu, the pond is full of water around the south, and the bamboo window sleeps and the autumn clouds fly freely.
Late in dreams, lovesickness, letters, fishermen fishing willow branches.
Autumn comes to the sick bones and timidity of the wind and dew, listen to the sound of rain in the west window in the middle of the night, where is the north Zhu Guihong, and the new chrysanthemum in the south park is glorious.
The breeze blows the willow branches from the south, and the night rain knocks on the window and provokes the villagers.
The geese are in a row, the chrysanthemum is yellow, sitting alone in the small window to listen to the night rain, and a curtain of autumn colors enters the poetry bag.
Looking up at the red sunrise between the windows, all the geese and geese pass in the clouds in autumn, and the Beizhu fishing boat floats in the waves.
In autumn, push the window to look at the river, and the smoke waves fly north and south and the sunset is long.
Recruiting talents, when Beizhu heard the night rain in the window, it was thick last year.
Flying silver arrows, hanging jade hooks in the south building, leaning on the west window leaves with an autumn.
There is no dream, the autumn sound is bleak and the wild goose passes the letter, and the flowers are drawn.
The autumn air is cool, and the window looks at the sea tide, and the reed flowers fly white snow, and they are red and delicate.
The wild goose flies south horizontally, the smoke wave and the north Zhu are distinct, the candle shadow in the west window shakes red tears, and the autumn sound of the small courtyard moves the bauhinia.
Beizhu looked at the railing, and remembered the wine in the south building, knocked on the window to surprise the dream, and the autumn sound moved the heart of the pillow.
According to the clear night, it is extraordinarily delicate, and the ruler is primitive, and the Yiren Beizhu is far away.
The dew is autumn again, the window looks at the distant building, the snow flies, and the chrysanthemum in the South Garden blooms with red silk.
The geese fly south and another line, the chrysanthemums are yellow, outside the home mountain, only the sound of autumn falls asleep.
In spring, the flowers in the north and south gardens are splendid, the night rain knocks on the window to wake up from a dream, and the sound of autumn is lazy.
The butterfly dance does not know sorrow, the clothes return to the hometown several autumns, there is no door and there is hatred, and Bai Wei's tears flow eastward.
Fangwei is dew Mu Qingfen, reporting early spring, the clothes are getting wider and the people are not old, and the bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers.
There is no way to serve the country, the green mountains are still white and mysterious, where are the people at the mouth of Wuyi Lane, butterflies, dancing bees, flying swallows.
Another spring, the bees and butterflies dance and smile with dew, and the wind leaves repay the favor.
The bees fly and butterflies dance in love with the fragrance of flowers, ecstatic, thousands of miles away for the primrose, and the white myrtle dew sends fragrance.
The savages returned, and suddenly reported that the spring in the mountains had returned, and the wine marks on the clothes were still with snow, and the bees and butterflies flew for whom.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art