Tears flowed, the water was cold, spring went again, and the east wind came to the south of the Yangtze River one day.
Resolve people's grievances, know that tourists are worried, spring goes, and the cuckoo cries the blood moon like a hook.
The cuckoo cries blood and willow is new, tears stain the scarf, parting is bitter, and the east wind will return to the people one day.
The cuckoos are crying in the mountain flowers, the swallows are whispering under the eaves, and the east wind is sending warm and sunny days.
Bright and fragrant, swallows and dancing warblers sing butterflies around the beams, honey is sweet and delicious, and the peach is fragrant.
The bee swallow dances to meet the wind and rain, the sun is red, the butterfly fragrance is reluctant, and the spring is infinite in the heart.
Flowers bloom and butterflies fall by two reasons, infinite spring at this time, people in the mountains are not old, and it is always appropriate for bees to fly and swallow dance.
In my dreams, the butterflies among the flowers are incomprehensible and lovesick, and there are many heads.
The mountain flowers are full of birds crying, the swallows are cut low, the butterflies are fragrant, and the people are drunk, and the spring is infinite.
When the swallow dance is full of flowers and branches, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, it is the most amorous double play butterfly, which is infinitely infatuating.
Butterflies fluttering, infinite spring in front of you, fighting, bees flying swallows dancing in the sunny sky.
The infinite spring warbler song has a long charm, looking for elegance, and the peach is full of drunken sun.
The garden is full of fragrance, which attracts the bees and warblers to get drunk and enter the poetry bag.
The small courtyard is full of flowers and bees, the east wind is full of willow silk, and the butterflies do not understand the affairs of the world, and they still fall asleep with spring.
Butterflies dance by themselves, spring is fleeting, why chase bees to find the marquis.
At the right time, butterflies love flowers and swallows dance, bees sing a song on the branches, and give new words.
The splendid mountain flowers and swallows dance at the right time, and the colorful butterflies and spring are all into the poem.
The dance is at the right time, and the fragrant people of the mountains are drunk and lovesick.
The flowers fall at the right time, the infinite spring is in the willow branches, the east wind blows endlessly, and the bees come and go.
Thousands of miles of good spring, swallows around the beams, bees picking honey and brewing good sentences, long poetic charm.
Everywhere is fragrant, with fragrance, visitors like weaving spring into the gallery.
Thousands of miles of delicate flowers, the branches are full of fragrance, and the spring is beautiful in the painting.
Thousands of butterflies are busy, spring enters the gallery, and the mountains and rivers are full of honey and elixir.
The peach red willow green warbler sings and butterflies love the fragrance, and the bees make the flowers more brilliant.
The next opening, the swallow dance wanders, like weaving butterflies, into the eyes.
Yan dance potpourri, brilliant makeup, butterfly love Fangfei in April.
Butterflies and swallows dance with potpourri, good spring, when the year is blooming, the bees are busy collecting honey and making elixir.
The clear water and blue sky are new, the white clouds and dogs are up and down, and the butterflies are charming and drunk.
The most charming, at ease, floating into a dream, clear water and dust-free.
Butterflies fly in March, the charming scenery is intoxicating the field, the spring is good in the depths of the white clouds, and the clear water and blue sky are leading.
A white cloud and clear water painting in the middle of the stream, the flowers and birds dance endlessly by the spring.
The two depend on each other, fly freely, butterflies dance among the flowers, and the charming scenery does not want to return.
The Qingming season is the most charming, butterflies fly to the white clouds to cover the eyes, and the blue water of the half bay washes the dust.
Looking for the shadow of flowers, the beautiful scenery is charming and drunk, and the blue sky, white clouds and clear water are always about love.
It is the hometown, the clear water and green mountains are charming and intoxicating, and the dancing clothes are beautiful.
The hometown show, the ancient temple of Baiyun is secluded, and the scenery by the butterfly spring is drunk.
The most charming, the butterfly spring is on the white cloud floating ridge, and the water surrounds the mountain village.
The butterflies are charming and drunk, and the white clouds drift into a dream, reflecting the blue sky.
In the depths of the white clouds, the hidden mountain village, the clear water gurgling around the temple gate, the charming incense of the ancient temple, and the butterflies flying with the morning and dusk.
The clear water surrounds the mountain village, a few white clouds float into the door, the flowers fly to make shadows, and the grass is charming at the cries of the rhododendrons.
Intoxicated, dancing endlessly, drifting into a dream, half a bay of clear water swinging light boat.
Spring and autumn, drunken eyes, hidden fairyland, clear water and clear waves swinging boats.
The green mountains and clear water are separated, reflecting the white clouds, looking for old dreams, and the peach source is more charming outside the world.
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are not stained with dust, a white cloud drifts into a dream, and the green mountains and clear waters are always on a blind date.
Butterflies seek new dreams, flowers bloom charmingly love old branches, white clouds float into the painting, and the blue water in the middle of the bay becomes a poem.
Thousands of miles of clear sky floating white clouds, around the green mountains, charming drunk, butterfly spring dancing and staggering.
A pool of clear water reflects the blue sky, a few white clouds float in front of you, butterflies flutter in the flowers, and the charming scenery is intoxicating to the gods.
Charming eyes, thousands of miles of butterflies and dogs are all passers-by, and the mountains have bosom friends.
Flowers and birds sing butterflies dance, drunk eyes open, looking at the white clouds in the distance, a pool of blue water washes the dust.
Shu rolls even the sky, the blue water flows into the sea, the most charming spring is good, double dance love peach blossoms.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art