The landscape is beautiful, the Tang music rhythm dances and the phoenix sings, even the sky is blue, and the yellow warblers on both sides of the strait sing harmony.
Dancing and flying flowers are beautiful and sunny, spring is always there, and the purple swallows and yellow warblers sing a thousand times.
Blue sky, willow bank yellow warbler flower fragrance people want to get drunk, dancing.
The yellow warbler sings the night tactfully, the green willows reflect the small bridge, the butterflies and bees fly and the flowers are beautiful, and the wind and the sun are beautiful.
Jagged dance, the moon outside the wind curtain window is like a hook, and the yellow warbler can't stop crying.
The red flowers reflect the sunset, the yellow warblers and green willows sing the spring light, the wind and the sun are intoxicated, and the pastoral dance is fragrant.
The purple swallow and yellow warbler reflect the red glow, and the light song and dance are fragrant to my home.
The light autumn is strong, the red maple is like washing the mountains and rivers, and the evening is sunny.
The branches dance in spring, the peach blossoms send fragrance in the wind, the rippling fish jump, and a few yellow warblers are busy on the trees.
He Zeng is endless, singing endlessly, the wind blows the willows and thousands of greens, and the butterflies dance and the peach blossoms are red.
Spring will be twilight, the moon is full, and the jade dew of the dancing pavilion and song platform will be sleepless at night.
The jade dew is unacceptable, the blue sky of Chang'e under the moon is infinite, and the yellow warbler Ziyan has a lover.
Dancing jade plate in the sky, sending cool chrysanthemums, the sky is high and the yellow warbler sings a thousand times.
The water and mountains are green and sing the spring thick, and the wind and the sun are beautiful and the light song is into the painting.
Singing Qingming, the silk is light, dancing on the flowers, and seeing people.
The wind is vaguely blowing, east of the small bridge, and a bay of clear water and yellow warblers sing in the evening sky.
Empty to the bright moon reminiscing about the beginning, the heart is free, where is the Buddha now, smiling at the red dust and all things dry.
As soon as he entered the red dust, everything was light, and Amitabha Buddha spent the rest of his life, and the monks and nuns were puzzled and acted on me.
Last year, Jiao, crossing the small bridge, thousands of miles of snow, still accompanied by the spring tide.
People are at home at the end of the world, where do not fly flowers in the Ming Dynasty, Dongjun urges spring rain overnight, and the wind sends the sunset.
The river wind blows the sand and the flowers fly all over the city, and the Ming Dynasty does not know each other for thousands of miles.
The snow flies late, when it blooms, the frost blows inexhaustibly overnight, and who knows the spring color in the city.
One night, the autumn wind fell all over the city, blowing thousands of trees to dissociate from people's minds, and biased towards the branches to make snow.
Thousands of branches, it is when the city is full of flocculents, Mo Dao plum blossoms are the most lovesick.
It rains in the south of the Yangtze River, and the snow flakes fly all over the city, and the begonias are red.
A little red, arrogantly smiling at the cold wind, Dongjun wakes up and fills the city with fragrance.
The city is full of green, blowing away the arrogance of thousands of trees, Ling Han smiled, and his face was very clear.
The spring breeze blew red and purple, and no one cared about it, watching the snow fly.
The red makeup in the snow is different, the plum blossoms are smiling proudly to welcome the spring, and the wind and rain are not afraid, just for the world is full of silver.
The wind and rain are close to autumn, blowing down the sycamore overnight, the plum blossoms are just right, and the snow is fluttering outside the window when you wake up.
Blowing red, the moon is hazy, lovesick and bitter, still laughing in the snow.
Provoke lovesickness, smile at me stupidly, you don't see it, the wind blows all night into poetry.
The spring is full of people who have not returned, the willows are hanging, the lovesickness is bitter, and the snow is still flying to the branches.
One night, the west wind is depressed, the plum blossoms fall and no one cares, and the independent cold river snow has not disappeared.
Three dark fragrances, Aoxue Lingshuang opened alone, the city was infinitely good, and the east wind blew a hundred fragrances.
A lone branch proud of the frost and snow, competing for beauty, let the wind blow and rain, the city is full of fragrance.
The spring breeze is full of green all over the city, blowing away the apricot and peach of ten thousand trees, the plum blossoms are not ruthless, and the snow is still smiling in the northern winter.
Branches and leaves, fall all the prosperous plum blossoms without arrogance, put a red.
A tree of plum blossoms is different red, smiling spring breeze, the city is full of fragrant colors, where the fragrance is blown.
The way back to find Fang is far away, the plum blossoms fall without knowing the cold, the east wind blows the spring heartbeat, and the city is full of people who have not returned.
Near Qingming, blowing off the peach catkins is light, there is no place to find, and the branches are dotted with snow crystals.
One night, the east wind peach and plum compete for Fangfei, spring is still there, and the swallows are returning and the snow is flying.
Thousands of miles of spring, wind, frost, snow and rain are all drifting away from customers, making jade people.
A curtain of spring twilight fell red and light, I still remember that the funeral flower person did not go, the tears wet the green shirt unconsciously, and the name of the Qing was called in a few dreams.
After a while, thousands of tears fell from the prosperous incense soul, and the dream of the Red Mansion sent lovesickness.
The east wind is full of green pools, the peach willows and green swallows are late, thousands of flowers are smiling, and the world is always poetry.
Spring arrives in the world, and when the purple and fragrant branches are in the world, it is late to return to the east wind and rain.
The plum reports the dawn branches, and the spring returns to the swallow mud early, and the rain is nourishing.
Why hate to be late, live up to the first branch of the east wind, the spring is full of flowers, and the red and purple are full of Qiong branches.
The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is gorgeous, blooming wonderful, returning to the swallow mud early, and the east wind is green in my house overnight.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art