There is a bosom friend in the depths of the flowing water high mountain, and a red apricot poet lives in the bamboo forest.
The green trees are shaded, the wall is deep, the white clouds don't care about the affairs of the world, and the flowing water and peach blossoms are at ease.
A branch of red apricot out of the wall is slanted, and the family lives in the depths of the white clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, and I don't know where the flowing water is.
In the heart of heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers are looking for bosom friends, and the breeze and moon are out of the wall and laughing frequently.
Around the green mountains, a white cloud branch spring is noisy, living fairy.
Live fairy, the branches and flowers are beautiful, and the white clouds and flowing water in the sky are murmuring.
Out of the west of the wall, the family lives in the south of the Yangtze River and Baiyun has nowhere to go, and there is a warbler crying in the water.
In the depths of the white clouds, there is a jasper ring, and the spring breeze is idle, out of the forest.
The flowing water bridge is willow wind, the hidden fairy trail in the depths of the white clouds, a branch of red apricot is out of the wall, and two yellow orioles are hospitalized.
The wind stops and the grass is soft, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall, the spring is good in the depths, and the flowing water and mountains are left to stay.
Spring is late, lovesickness, the end of the world is far away, and the flowing water and mountains are at this time.
The clouds are floating in the blue sky, the water willows are windy, and they can't stay, and the red apricot branches are different.
The song in front of the flowing water gate is tactful, dancing, and going out of the wall, provoking the poet to live in the painting boat.
The family lives in the east of the green mountain and red apricot, no one reaches the depths of the white clouds, and the peach blossoms of the flowing water are different.
There are red apricot hair, the boat does not live in the green poplar deep, does not solve the people's mind, and the flowing water is empty and has a good sound.
A white cloud floats in the sky, around the head of the village, the family lives under the green hills, and the red apricot blossoms are fragrant and full of buildings.
Flowing water falls flowers and spring grass grows, there are people walking in the depths of the white clouds, a branch of red apricot goes out of the wall, and the family lives in the upper city of Wuling River.
On the West Lake, the red apricot blossoms and the dogs are all passers-by, and the mountain is the hometown.
The red apricot branches are full of spring, dancing and singing, who is a girl in the depths of the white clouds, and a song of flowing water and high mountains.
The white clouds are horizontal, the small bridge flows two or three times, the spring light is infinitely unlimited, and the branches are counted.
If you don't hold yourself, Dongjun will deceive each other bitterly, go with the wind, and rush to the world is full of poetry.
Dongjun swept away the dust last night, blowing willow green, and the fragrance burst into his heart.
When I fell asleep, the spring breeze washed my heart and sent warmth back.
The spring breeze blows the willow silk, the fragrance is light and elegant, the dust is not stained with body and mind, and I am willing to write poems with Dongjun.
Dustless, Dongjun smiled and secretly sent spring news, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds came to his face.
The first branch of Dongjun, the dust falls into its own poem, the spring breeze blows on the face of thousands of trees, and the fragrance is drunk and I am crazy.
A wisp of fragrance is wonderful, and the dust is not stained, and Dongjun returns home early.
The wind blows on the face, and the fragrance array cleanses the heart and sends warmth back.
The dust is also fast, Dongjun sends warm flowers to bloom, a wisp of wind arrives, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds come to the face.
Dongjun is a piece of xia, since the fragrance, the spring breeze is still intoxicated, and he wants to send the fragrance to thousands of homes.
Yang Liuqing, into the window lattice, the dust washed away Dongjun listened carefully.
Last night, it rained, washed away the dust and wind willow green, and the fragrance overflowed drunk tourists.
A wisp into the window lattice, the sound of the wind and drizzle, washing away the dust and accompanying me to sing.
Thousands of miles of wind and frost for whom to open, the dust is not stained, Dongjun skillfully tailored.
Pure dust, Dongjun sent warmth, the fragrance floated thousands of miles, and it was puffing people's arms.
When I got off Yaotai last night, Yuyu opened, and the spring breeze came into my heart.
The fragrance of lotus seeds comes out of the water, dancing and wandering, not dyed like jade, just waiting for Dongjun to cut skillfully.
Mo on the dust covered his eyes, when did Dongjun go to the south of the Yangtze River, and a wisp of peach blossoms fell all over his shirt.
I don't understand people, it starts in spring, it is like a dream, and the fragrance accompanies this body.
A wisp of fragrance falls into a dream, the spring breeze blows on the face and the flowers are drunk, and the dust cleanses the heart and refreshes the heart, and it lives up to the Dongjun creation work.
The spring breeze blows on my face and the fragrance comes to my dream, and Mo Daochen accompanies me to Yaotai.
Chongyang, ecstatic, the maple leaves are red like fire after frost, and the chrysanthemums are as bright as makeup.
What if the dogwood is planted all over the place, the wine Chongyang chrysanthemum blooms brilliantly, and the maple leaves dance in the three autumns.
Dyeed golden, the chrysanthemums under the fence are extraordinarily fragrant, and it is Chongyang inserted all over the long.
Next to the small building, the maple leaves are red on the day of Chongyang's climbing, so what's the matter.
In the event of Chongyang, the dogwood is ecstatic, and the maple leaf is as bright as makeup with frost.
Dyeing golden, chrysanthemums everywhere Chongyang Festival arrives, sideburns talk homely.
Chrysanthemums bloom red all over the ground, Chongyang Jia Festival, homely.
Dogwood is planted all over to my house, after the Chongyang Festival is the end of the world, chrysanthemums bloom under the east fence, and the maple leaves are red in Xilingxia.
Under the maple leaves in the wind, the poems are in front of the chrysanthemums in front of the moon, and after the festival, they look high, and the dogwoods are planted all over for another year.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art