At the bottom of a thousand mountains, all things are Su, the song is prosperous, and the flowers and red leaves are green and the spring map is painted.
The first hundred chirps, the bottom play duckweed, thousands of waves, and the red flowers dancing in the orioles.
The warbler and the oriole are singing in the willow color, the green is like the grass, the visitors are happy, and the birds sing the mountains and flowing water.
The leaves of the sycamore have fallen and the branches have sunk at night, the bottom is lonely for no reason, and the west wind blows the birds back to the forest.
The bottom of the source is good to plough the field, the birds compete for the green willow smoke, the branches are in spring, and the butterflies are dancing under the leaves.
The birds on the branches sing the spring light, the song rhyme is long, the leaves and flowers are multiplied, the bees and butterflies dance, and the orioles sing and the swallows speak willows.
The warbler on the other side cries tender green, the butterfly leaves are new and red through the flowers, the spring light is infinitely closed, and the birds are singing in unison.
Chasing the waves, the warbler cries on the willow bank and the visitors are drunk at the shallow bottom, and the branches are bright and bright.
The spring breeze is over Duanyang, the wormwood is fragrant, the orioles are gone, and the shadows under the flowers and leaves are still long.
Hundreds of birds sing a new day, the underwater fish play in the shallows, the leaves are lush and the flowers are blooming, and the swallows are dancing.
The willow catkins are raised, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the tourists are drunk, and the birds sing the fragrance of the deep forest.
The autumn sound on the leaves is varied, boring, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
At the bottom of the cup, the bird's voice is sad and careless, and it is free to sing.
The sound of birds returns in spring, the peach blossom fan smiles at the bottom, the wind blows the blue leaves and thousands of waves, and the orioles come from thousands of miles.
The willows are green, the leaves are luxuriant, the scenery is infinitely good, and the poetic and picturesque birds are singing.
Swimming with fish and playing leaves, inviting friends to dance with the oriole branches, the spring breeze pen bottom of a thousand rhymes, and the fragrance of flowers into the poem.
The bottom matter is that Chang'e and hundreds of birds make a spring breeze, and the orioles are puzzled and still cry three or two.
The spring is strong, the peach blossom fan can't cover it, and the drunk old man.
Singing the spring breeze tactfully, the leaves are lush and green, the flowers add splendor, and the birds in the forest compete to sing.
The branches do not count the years, the dancing is dancing, the spring breeze is full of flowers, and the birds in front of the autumn moon window are a note.
Chasing the past, singing a new voice, singing a song of red flowers to accompany me.
Birds play in the water with birds, fish fly in the shallow bottom leaves, and orioles sing branches to sleep with me.
The universe runs skillfully, and in one place, the radiant is full of belly and chest.
The old garden is faintly shining on the small building, and it is the most romantic everywhere in the world.
Yao ancient and modern, thousands of volumes of free heart, if there is true love, nowhere to be found.
The world is a hall, wandering, and the chest is full of splendid light.
Qiankun dances for thousands of miles, a line leads, the light is infinitely good, and the chest is splendid and leisurely.
The book seems to be hidden and diligently explored, the pen is like lightning and shines, and the right path in the world is long and the sun and the moon are long.
Let the light shine, let me hide, and this night, everywhere is not cool.
There are four seasons in the world, the sun and the moon are long, the impermanence of the world cannot be hidden, and the light is dazzling and vicissitudes.
Where to find the true source, the shining green mountains and green water villages.
The wind is refreshing, the air is awe-inspiring, the most important thing is the love of the world, and the sunny day in the sleeves of Qiankun.
The bright moon shines in the sky, where is the fairyland of fish in the water, and the universe is free to wander.
Looking at each other, a dream is long, and the bright moon and green water shine.
There is no need to mourn, the light in heaven and earth is infinitely good, for whom.
Hidden and restricted, the sun and the moon shine, and the right path in the world is at my own pace.
According to ancient and modern times, if there is true love in the chest, Kun has nowhere to be found.
Everything in the world is new, and there is a block hidden in the chest, full of spring.
All things are full of vicissitudes, the heavens and the earth are slim, the sun and the moon are infinitely good, and who hides the changes in the wind and clouds.
Tibetan spring is still unconscious, the light shooting has been prophetic, everything is like a dream, drunk and waking up poetry.
There is light, hidden in the moon, without this scene, all things are brilliant.
The sad past, the Li Ren is drifting, the thousand autumns are there, and the sword points to the light of the four seas.
The days and months are long, it is the vicissitudes of life, the more from the beginning, the mighty and the ancient.
Why do you need to be full of stars, if there is true love in the world, it will live up to the sun and moon.
The light shines in all directions, the mountains and rivers are splendid and hidden in the chest, the vicissitudes of the righteous path have changed, and the vast universe is at my own pace.
A grain of dust in the sky and the world, a free body, the sun and the moon on the chest, and the eyes shine in the spring.
A thunderclap shook the world, sprinkled with thousands of miles of spring in the world, flashing light shocked the world, and the sun and moon shone on Kunlun.
Singing and returning late, Lan Zhou carries wine and thinks far away, and flies freely.
The egret flutters in the blue water, the willow is like smoke, the blue boat goes with the waves, and sings the evening fishing song to the passenger ship.
The clouds are light and the sky is long, the egrets fly low and play in the water, and the orchid boat goes with the waves, singing the late river and autumn.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art