Reflecting the tower, the heart mourns itself, and the yellow crane returns to look forward to the return of the wings.
Double flying colorful butterflies chasing, red, yellow, blue and purple are happy with the old family, smiling and watching the infinite glow of the sunset.
Thousands of miles from the border city, double flying to the north, white-headed and old obliquely shining in the sunset.
Seeing the sunset with white heads, the blue and purple wings are the comment.
The ancient city platform, the white head returns, the front of the building stands empty, and the two wander.
The wings are flying, the moon shadow is lonely, and the white-headed old man is drunk and slaughtered by the west.
Autumn is full of chrysanthemums and yellow, geese and a line, white-headed people are easy to get old, and the sunset is still full of hills.
The white-headed fisherman does not know his worries, the sunset on the river is infinitely autumn, and the water flows eastward for thousands of miles with wings.
Reflecting the sunset, the vicissitudes of life, the dream of youth, and the long years of double flying.
Where are the wings of the double flight, the willow green flowers are red and the grass is yellow, the white-headed old man will never regret it, and the sunset will be desolate.
Living in the downtown area, Shuangfei is not envious of immortals, and the sunset is full of red sky.
Juvenile Zhi, the sunset is red, the wings fly to the end of the world, and the yellow crane talks about heroes.
The wings are ecstatic, the flowers are red and willow green, and the family is happy, and they spend a good night and enjoy the sunset.
Chrysanthemum yellow, two lines of tears flying with wings, and the white-headed old man to spend the sunset.
People don't know that the sunset flies with wings and sings bamboo branches.
The sunset is red, the white-headed love is stronger, and the yellow crane tower is dancing in front of the wings.
A thread leads, the ends of the earth tactfully spread good stories, and sing for a hundred years.
The warbler cries on the willow bank and the yellow oriole sings in the green mountains, lingering in love, and a total of Chanjuan.
Qing Gewan turned to the sky to fly, the swallow dancer cried back in spring, a song of lingering love was not over, and Chanjuan poured a cup for thousands of miles.
The wind blows and rains, the lonely Chanjuan moon shines on people, the warbler cries flowers to understand, and the song is tactful and drunk with red dust.
According to Kyushu, a few sorrowful, go with the wind, and the sound of the swallow warbler is soft.
Crying willow catkins, turning to sing ballads, the spring is good, and thousands of miles of Chanjuan share this night.
The tactfulness in the song is inexhaustible, crying endlessly, who is together, Chanjuan shines on the high-rise buildings through the ages.
The old dream lingers and the bright moon is full of Chanjuan, the warbler sings and the swallow dances in spring, and the tactful piano sound surrounds the ears.
Chanjuan has a full moon, the ends of the earth are entangled, tactfully with the wind, and the swallow dances and warblers for another year.
The sound of the warbler swallows the willows like smoke, singing Daqian, lingering and nourishing all things, and the east wind sends Chanjuan mightily.
The clear sound is tactful and ten thousand people are harmonious, the swallow warbler cries a hundred bird songs, a song of lingering love is not over, Chanjuan sings thousands of miles together.
refuses to rest, Chanjuan's thousands of miles of willow shore is still there, and the sound surrounds the small building.
The warbler's cry breaks through a curtain of wind, and in a dream, the most lingering spring is the most Chanjuan and I appreciate the pink.
The singing is around the nine skies, the warbler is crying and the swallow is dancing and happy, the lingering compassion is inexhaustible, and Chanjuan is dreamy.
Sleepless night, lonely lamp and lonely shadow to Chanjuan, good spring, tactful and tender dreams.
A round of bright moon lovesickness lingers, people don't sleep, and warblers cry everywhere.
Crying on the willow bank, the yellow oriole gently drizzles to urge new green, as usual.
The singing voice is tactful and the wind rhymes, the dance steps are light and the warbler chops her throat, a song of lingering love is not over, and Chanjuan is thousands of miles away.
Eternal rhyme, Chanjuan Wanli Yan Dance Spring is good, tactful and clear into my home.
Chanjuan is on this day, the breeze and the moon are lingering, the singing is tactful and the love is inexhaustible, and the warbler is crying for another year.
The heart chases the warbler's voice and sings tactfully, and the lingering is the most Chanjuan's drunken eyes.
The singing voice is crisp, and the purple swallow lingers in the spring, spending a good night.
Lingering fingers are soft, Chanjuan thousands of miles together condenses her eyes, the willow bank is in good spring, and she sings endlessly.
The bright moon is full of Chanjuan, sleepless at night, the tactful singing spreads thousands of miles, and the warbler cries and dances to celebrate the reunion.
The rain was silent, it was red, and the long tassels were in the hands of the Jin Ge war drums.
Where is the ape singing, I want to invite the Changying River to finally enter the sea, and the blood is full of poetry.
In the hand binding Canglong, Jin Ge war drums sounded, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains still sang the sound of big swords.
Thousands of miles of mountains do not pass the sound of the jade gate, and the yellow sand is dyed for thousands of years.
Open to the sky, let the rivers and mountains be judged, bind the evil tiger with long tassels, and step on the clouds.
Biluo is free, free to come, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains laugh and laugh.
The Milky Way is thousands of miles and the moon is bright, with this sound, the song can't be stopped, and Chang'e dances for me.
The night rain knocks on the window cuckoo, the east wind sends spring thousands of miles, and the rooster breaks the dawn with the long tassel in hand.
Hundreds of birds chirping, binding the dragon, the wind and clouds will meet, and the sound of blood and tears for thousands of years.
If you want to ask the long tassel to bind the evil tiger, and turn the blood into a singing gull, who is the master of the country, Du Yu's voice was full of tears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art