Cold as ice, cold cicadas do not dissociate from human feelings, nowhere to send, spring comes and autumn and drifts away.
In the dream, the willows are vaguely rippling, leaving people's expectations, blowing away from people's expectations, and blowing away thousands of peach trees overnight.
When you meet the deceased, the bright moon at the ends of the world is a poem with a deeper meaning.
The falling flowers are inexhaustible, the bright moon is sleepless, and the mountains and rivers are in the world.
According to me, poetry and painting are not far from the end of the world, and the flowing water and mountains are one.
If you don't meet hatred, you don't have a chance, the flowing water and the mountains are a line, where to send the affection, and the moon is full of Chanjuan.
Where to find the flowing water and high mountains, the poetry shines on the moon and drifts with the wind.
The first branch of spring, there is a heart to find where to go, send thoughts.
The heart shines deep at night, the affection is long and the dream is found, the bosom friend is nowhere to be found, and the mountains and rivers have strings.
A song is sung for a thousand years, playing the orchestra, there are not many things in the world, and there is a heart to shine on the moon and Chanjuan.
Thousands of autumn rhymes, eternal love, a piece of ice heart is close at hand.
The blood melts the poetry, the two sleeves are clear and the heart is nowhere to be found, and the mountains and rivers are always about love.
Unintentionally illuminating the moon, intentionally accompanied by the breeze, it is difficult to find the sound of mountains and flowing water.
Where is the end of the world, the mountains sing ancient and modern, and a song of acacia shines on the moon and sends Yaoqin.
Playing the strings, the bosom friend has been passed down through the ages, and the breeze is according to me, and the meaning is lingering.
Ruthless people are easy to get old, sideburns are spotted first, and bosom friends are not in the mountains, just waiting for leisure.
The heart is a fool of curling, the two are suitable, not far away from the end of the world, flowing water and high mountains at this time.
Bosom friends thousands of miles together, flowing water and mountains do not count years, a song illuminates the sunny sky.
The love is inexhaustible, the dream is different, the moon is illuminated, and the intention is to return to Hong.
The network meets with deep affection, the poems are chanted together according to the moon, the bosom friends spread good stories for thousands of miles, and the flowing water and mountains sing the ancient and modern.
A little poetry is intoxicated on the upper floors, and the bosom friend is not allowed to stay in the mountains.
People are easy to get old, love is not over, a song of lovesickness is inexhaustible, and two lines of tears are full of tears.
The mountains and flowing water sing Yangguan, thousands of miles of bosom friends have a heart to shine on the king's shadow, and the breeze has no intention of disturbing my sleep.
The spring breeze, the twilight of the south of the Yangtze River shines on the sky, and the Mo Dao bosom friend flows together Chanjuan.
According to the ancient and modern times, Qingfeng has no intention of looking for the old people at the end of the world.
The affection is earnest, the flowing water rhyme is long, and Dongjun intentionally or unintentionally shines on the river.
The piano tune, the bosom friend is thousands of miles away, the moon is poetic, and the wind is painted.
Flat boats and five lakes are hometowns, I don't know where to go, laughing at the east wall.
The east goes to the Yangtze River for thousands of miles, and the west comes to Fan Li and a lonely sail, all the lakes and seas are brothers, where the boat is the old me.
Fan Li's thousands of sails, go east to the Yangtze River for thousands of years, all the seas are brothers, and a flat boat is for me to swim.
In the painting, the wind is thousands of miles, the water is passing in the east, and Fan Li and Tao Weng are happy.
In the clouds, the lake is smoky and rainy, where to go, the peach blossoms are still smiling at the east wind.
There is a female first-grown woman in the east neighborhood, two inclined to each other, both brothers, and a flat boat travels thousands of miles.
Fan Li's smoke and waves are all in the west and east, the five lakes and the four seas are brothers, and the bright moon is in a dream.
The four seas are roaming, a leaf boat falls asleep, life is passing away, and the joy is with Fan Li.
The flat boat is floating and sinking, where to find, Fan doesn't know if he is a guest, and asks the east neighbor in the peach blossom garden.
Another year from the east to the west, where is Fan Li looking for immortals, all the lakes and the four seas are brothers, and the bright moon is sleeping on a boat.
This is unintentional, Mr. Dongguo is a brother all over the world, boating ancient and modern.
The flat boat leaves the west wind, in the smoke and rain, Fan Li doesn't know where to go, and the peach blossoms still flow east.
The Yangtze River is artesian, Fan Li is sorrowful, all the lakes and the four seas are brothers, and the flat boat is free for me to swim.
In the smoke and rain, the flat boat leaves the west wind, with the flowing water, and Fan Liweng is not seen.
A leaf flat boat smoke and rain are at your disposal, where to go, it is better to go east to west.
The water flows east, and the four seas by the Fan Li River are all brothers, and they do not meet.
After Fan Li returned from the old hermitage, when Tao Qiandong planted chrysanthemums, all the lakes and the four seas were brothers, and a leaf and a boat were at their disposal.
The moon is hazy, a leaf of Bianzhou's life is gone, and he is happy to look for a fairy trail from Fan Li.
A leaf pan in the middle of the stream, the four seas and five lakes let me swim, Fan Li does not know where to go, the source of the water in the east.
Where to swim in the east of the river, the five lakes and the four seas are in the middle of the boat.
Where is the wave, the east slope is a brother from all over the world, and Ren Zhuan Peng.
The four seas are up and down, a flat boat is sent here, life is passing away, and Fan Li is looking for a bosom friend.
On the south bank of the Yiye River, in the smoke and rain, Fan Li doesn't know where to go, and the peach blossoms still flow east.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art