Drunk and slanting sun, elegant and fragrant in all directions, no delicious, spring full of poetry.
It's not that the peasants are infinitely free, the breeze is overflowing, and the rhyme is knocked out by chanting poetry in drunkenness.
Occupy the spring light, do not fight with the peasants, and thousands of windows.
A wisp of fragrance overflows nine times, three points of drunkenness and laughter in the autumn wind, the farmers do not understand the taste, and mistakenly make the spring light a painting screen.
Drunk with the east wind, the farmers in the green mountains are busy sowing, and the spring is infinitely happy.
As a pity for the peasants, the spring light is red all over the place, the eyes are full of fragrant fragrance, and the source is drunk with the east wind.
The golden autumn fruits are drunk with the sunset, and the smoke of the farm yard is better than the spring.
Kun days and months are long, and the poetry and painting do not understand the taste, in the dreamland.
Farming urges farming, full of spring into the picture, the countryside is full of flowers, and the fragrance is drunk and slaughtered.
The spring light enters the gallery, the cauliflower is yellow, the breeze blows the tourists, and the laughter and songs overflow in all directions.
Tian Jiale, drunk and idiot, Mo Dao farmers are bright and sunny.
The wine and peach blossoms are drunk, a wisp of fragrant farmers have no elegance, and the spring is bright and more romantic.
The jade dew overflows in autumn, the universe is at my disposal, and the fragrance of rice is infinitely full of China.
The sun and the moon are fragrant, and the farmers are most busy sowing seeds in spring.
The cow can be full, I don't worry about the spring, the green mountains and grass are overflowing, and I am intoxicated.
In the voice, the willow color is green, the east of the small bridge, whose girl is red.
In March, the peach blossoms greet with a smiling face, call for spring ploughing, do not understand the mulberry hemp matter, only Taoism and all things are prosperous.
Living in the green mountains and green waters, mulberry hemp is accompanied by endless joy, and a cuckoo peach blossom reflects the sun.
When I came to my house, the peach blossoms in the sound of the cuckoo were in the glow.
The sound of the cuckoo is getting wester, the peach blossom flowing water bridge is low, and the door of the house is standing in front of the door, and the mulberry hemp is fascinated.
In March, the peach blossom cuckoo called for spring to return, and the farmer was puzzled by the poverty of his family and had no rice to cook.
Green water west, a chicken, the field cuckoo ploughing early, Mo on the peach blossom with low dew.
Farming mulberry and hemp are happy everywhere, poetic and picturesque cuckoo promotes early spring, and ten thousand trees and peach blossoms reflect the sun.
The sun has gone west, the peach blossom flowing water bridge is low, and the first Sang Ma is fascinated.
Some people boast, where is the mulberry hemp in the sound of the cuckoo, Baiyun family.
Talking mulberry hemp, whose house is the starting point, a cuckoo peach blossom reflects the sunset.
Fei Ziyan, the little girl in the peach blossom garden has just grown up, and her face is full of spring.
The sun shadow is slanting in the sound of the spring breeze, where is the mulberry hemp, the savage's house.
In March, the spring breeze came to my house, and the corner of the field planted mulberry hemp, a cuckoo urged ploughing early, and the peach blossoms all over the field reflected the colorful glow.
Mulberry hemp a path slanted, the spring breeze blows to the savage's house, the cuckoo urges the ploughing, and sees the peach blossoms reflecting the sunset.
Ying Caixia, call the farmer, mulberry green, and whose new drawing.
The mountain is my home, planting mulberry hemp, urging early ploughing, and seeing the peach blossoms reflecting the sunset.
Spring planting mulberry hemp and autumn tea, is my family, urging ploughing early, a few peach blossoms reflect the sunset.
A few cuckoo peach blossoms reflect the sun, the family lives in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are traces in the depths of mulberry hemp.
Send me to the peach blossoms, the sun shadow in the cuckoo sound, where is the mulberry hemp, the shepherd boy refers to the savage's house.
Where is my home at the end of the world, the words are mulberry and hemp, the spring is noisy in the sound, and the peach blossom garden is a good year.
Poetry and songs are full of words, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are my home, the sound of cuckoo is noisy in spring, and the peach blossoms and flowing water reflect the red glow.
The sun shadow is oblique, and the child in the peach blossom garden passes in front of the door, and he learns to grow melons.
Shenzhou is full of sad autumn, ambition is not rewarded, sheep go to monkeys will come one day, red men and green women compete in love.
Breaking the waves to the east, the horse stepped on the auspicious clouds and opened the horns, experienced thousands of vicissitudes of life, and showed his talents for thousands of miles.
Again, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are opened, how many catastrophes, and there are spring platforms everywhere in China.
Where to find a bosom friend in the fire, in the autumn wind, there are still sheep full of tears.
The wind and thunder, the vicissitudes of life, the monkey will come one day, flying all over the sky.
A red song has been sung to this day, and the Year of the Goat is a good time, and the waves are still healthy, and I like to see the new Vientiane of China.
Full of tears, the small characters on the red note have no regrets, and I like to see the sun and moon in China.
The grass and trees grow old with the wind, the moon is full in the dream, and the sunset of Modao is red, and it still continues a new chapter.
I also saw that Shenzhou had experienced painful liver and sausages, and the sheep trampled on the sun and moonlight.
Thin and don't know how to worry, the sheep goes to the monkey for thousands of vicissitudes, and you can travel.
The return moon is like a hook, the lights are in the red restaurant, I don't know if I am a robbery, and I still dream of Shenzhou when I wake up.
After all the experience and again, Vientiane opens, the sunrise is red like fire in the east, and the sheep return to their hometown happily.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art