According to Kyushu, tears flowed, and the clear light sang sonorously in late autumn.
Sending the king back to his hometown, the jade flute blows a dream of a lovesick tune, turning into a clear sound into ten thousand homes.
The fragrance of Hanmo is still there, the sonorous breath is still there, and the jade flute stands melancholy at dusk.
The steps are sonorous and moving, and the jade shadow knows the old gentleman in the spring breeze.
Looking for bosom friends, I am on the waterside in the south of the Yangtze River, and the song is thousands of miles away, and there is residual warmth.
The fragrance of Han ink is still there, the jade is not grinding, and the pen is sonorous and elegant.
In the early evening, I dreamed of dusk, crossed the sword gate, blew the eternal hatred, and asked the king where to find the king and grandson.
The years are sonorous for another year, the frost dyes the temples and sighs, and the spring breeze turns into rain and flowers smiles.
Insufficiency, two forgetfulness, no one sees, sonorous noise.
When you get old, you smile warmly, Yu Guanxi looks ecstasy, and the sonorous sword qi rushes to the bull fight, and the sound of poetry moves ghosts and gods.
A stay of cold wind and rain passed through the front village, and the jade sheng blew through the old descendants of the Jun family.
The voice is broken, the wet red makeup, the jade flute blows through the lovesickness, and asks when you will return to your hometown.
The jade man wore a purple dress at the beginning, and Jun made a shadow of the moonlight flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, and a sonorous song of the phoenix.
Go with you, today's new words come with jade, and a sonorous and elegant rhyme surrounds Yaotai.
He was drunk, and the backyard was sonorous and people went far away, and they left the king.
Touching the heartstrings, the clear sound swings for nine days, and the jade fingers flick hand in hand.
is not stained, a lone and arrogant frost and snow, and then falls into a dream.
There is a woman in the Jun family who smiles shyly, and the sound is earth-shattering, and it is always clear.
Qingqi is light and elegant, the fragrance is far away, the proud bones are sonorous and majestic, where to find the jade ice soul, ask you in the Guanghan Palace.
Righteousness runs through Changhong, vibrates the spirit and sings the wind, the dragon and snake open the realm, and the sun and the moon are not empty in their minds.
A dream, thinking about it, the heart is still strong, and it is incense to the world.
The world can contain things, Huai Ke Na Chuan, welcome the rising sun, and the right way in the world is the blue sky.
The spirit in the sky is like snow, like **, the virtual emperor, and the realm has no heart.
Heaven and earth are as vibrant as rainbows, who is comparable to the three thousand realms, and I am different from nothingness.
The floating name does not count the year, the cool realm is pleasant, the spring and autumn pen is shaken, and the bitterness and sweetness of the world are written.
Fresh realm who appreciates, self-worthy, spirit welcomes distant guests, the right way in the world is the beginning of spring.
The mountains and rivers are splendid and refreshing, the weather in the sky and the world is new, the wasted time is like passing water, and the realm of meditation is like floating clouds.
Looking for immortal dwelling, the spirit is high and low, and there is always nothing near it.
The bamboo shadow of the virtual window is hazy, and in a dream, the old spirit is still alive, and everything in the world is empty.
The realm is far away from the dust, the void room is free of wind, the spirit is soothing, and the right way is Yangchun.
Open Xinyu, heaven and earth at this time, empty for a long time, who knows the cool realm.
The spirit of heaven in the world is not idle, open the realm, and be humble if the valley is climbing.
Several autumns, the boundless realm is still strong, and everything is over.
There is a true realm of cultivation, self-cultivation and no desire is the void, and the spirit is full of energy to climb the heights, looking at the red of the world.
Open your eyes, the fresh atmosphere is broad-minded, open and selfless, and the realm is wide.
What is the world to do, energetic and singing new songs, who can compare with the three thousand realms, and I have the most in the void.
There is a world in the realm of a hundred years, and the spirit is full of ancient souls in the world.
Grow the spirit, sprinkle to people in the cold winter, full of spring.
There is right and wrong in the world, and the spirit is full of energy, the realm is endless, and the void is all gone.
Thirty years, hundreds of thousands of years, energetic, smiling and watching the great waves in the world.
Ren Junyou, a leaf boat, shake the spirit of Vientiane in front of you.
The dragon and snake shake the spirit, the righteous way in the world is like a true gentleman, and the realm is noble and unstained.
A partridge word, delicate willow silk, the rhythm sonorously turns a thousand postures.
There is a sequel to the next life, and when the love is deep, it is a dream.
There is hatred in the air, there is no end in the middle of the night, if you have to see each other again, you will not be in love.
After all the end, I will return to the land, and I will continue the old time in the next life.
Wait for the next life to continue the strings, form poems, find good sentences in dreams, and finally learn the sound and sleep together.
The fate is set to be bright tonight, and the old alliance will be renewed in the next life, and a smile will vaguely call me.
When reminiscing about the past, who knows, it is not too late to reunite.
Loneliness is deep and there is no regret in the end, lovesick dreams are short, and if there is a reunion day in the next life, then continue the front edge to the white head.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art