The frost is dyed, the wild geese in the sky are full of water and clouds, and they go with the wind, only the mountain shape is still beautiful.
The clouds open and the fog disperse, the rivers and the sky are the same color, all into the painting, like smoke and the past turns into a flying Hong.
In my dream, the water shadow Yamagata is vaguely far away, and the night is cold.
I don't see the mountain shape and the world, now the past is completely different, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is even blue, and the clouds in the north are hanging down.
The clouds sounded outside, the dawn of the Ming Dynasty and the water were picturesque, and the past came into a dream leisurely.
The past is hard to find, the water and the mountains have their own gods, the grass is blind, and the ears are listening to the clouds.
The water of the mountain shape is like smoke falling asleep, and the grass is dancing in the sky.
The light is connected to the distant sky, and the light boat swings the past with the wind, and it comes into view.
The sky is a river, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is as green as smoke, the water is all a painting, and the past is gone.
To the smoke can not chase the shadow of the two snuggling, the wind blows the grass and the sky is blue, and the clouds and flowers are full of fragrance.
To the sky, sing the wind, and laugh at the red dust to the west and east.
After singing, tears stain the towel, wine is sad and sleepless and thoughts of the hometown, where to find a soulmate in the red dust.
Mundane things don't deceive each other, in the middle of a sleepless night, who knows if the wine is sad and sad.
A round of bright moon and red dust sent here, and the wine entered the bowels and danced until now.
How to drink, singing wildly and sighing, how many things are in the red dust, rolling into a group.
The music is endless, the night is thick, and there are several people who are sleepless and lonely.
Hongchen dreams a few times, the years grind, it is difficult to eliminate the bottom of the heart, and the breeze does not understand the songs of the world.
After years of reincarnation, I saw through the red dust and was idle, and the wine was sad and a song was played.
There are fewer cups, more than 10,000 words, fame and fortune, and they are tossing and turning.
Love is like the endless song of the sea, which means that the mountain is high and the wine is not empty, and the end of the world is a guest, where to find the red dust.
Hongchen dreams of the end of the world several times in spring, and the wine is sad and the dance is accompanied by dusk.
The road is difficult, everything is light, the wine is green and the yellow person is easy to get drunk, and he sings and drinks until dawn.
Fighting wine and chanting poems to express ambitions, wild songs and longitudinal pens are not stained with hearts like mirrors, and they are left to do their own thing.
For the moon song, how do you know your intentions when you are drunk, and there are many dreams in life.
What does it mean, the rivers and lakes toss and turn, the confidants are a thousand cups less, and there are ten thousand songs.
There are many years, and there are thousands of miles to go, and now there is wine and singing all the way in the wind.
Moving the world, the wine is sad and sleepless, thinking of the hometown, looking for a soulmate.
Hongchen is a dream that passes through the years, and it is difficult to eliminate the bottom of my heart, and the song of the world.
After a few hours of reincarnation, I didn't know that I saw through the red dust, I was not drunk after three rounds of drinking, and I was alone in singing a song.
Turbid wine and drunkenness, vague old songs in dreams, how many things are in the red dust, and what about the floating life.
Tears stained towels, dreams break souls, homesickness, where to find bosom friends in Hongchen.
The water is far away from the red dust, the end of the spring is a few degrees, the bottom of the heart, the song is sent away.
Acacia tosses and turns, tears are swaying, there are many emotions, things in the heart, and old songs are still sung in dreams.
A wisp of willow silk outside the village is long, and the spring breeze blows people's hearts, and they want to find a peach source in the distance.
The east wind blooms apricot blossoms, the garden is full of fragrant and drunk thousands of homes, infinite why need to find, the stars have shifted and the sun has been oblique.
The sun turns to the stars and the scenery is different, looking for the fairy trail, and a wisp of fragrance goes with the wind, turning into apricot blossoms and March red.
Looking for a sentence to find poetry to Cuiwei, the color of the mountains and waters is vague, Yefang doesn't care about the affairs of the world, and flies to the depths of the apricot blossoms.
Passing the ruler, the apricot blossom season is the king, the spring blows green, and the swallows return to look for old marks.
In March, the apricot blossoms are fragrant, full of flowers, where to find a confidant, and the road turns to the peak and returns to the affection.
Thousands of times are always stupid, where to find each other at the end of the world, a wisp of the soul goes with the wind, and three or two apricot blossoms.
Looking for red makeup, I fell asleep a hundred times, went with the wind, and my eyes were full of apricot blossoms.
In March, the suburbs of Fangfang are scattered and rainy, and the world turns, still looking for purple clothes at the end of the world.
The branches are full of flowers, and the soul is a wisp of where to find a confidant, you don't know.
The willow catkins in the corridor are floating in the residual snow, and the yellow warblers are looking for the old nest around the trees, and they want to ask where Fangchun is going, and the wine flag in Xinghua Village is moving.
Looking for old dreams, I suddenly heard a wisp of heaven gone with the wind, turning into the fragrance of apricot blossoms all over the city.
Secretly promise to wait for the night to be short, the spring is late when the apricot blossoms bloom, and it is the end of the year in the blink of an eye, and the palace of eternal life is found.
Where to find his hometown, a wisp of apricot blossoms floats far away.
Knowing the verses, waking up suddenly a wisp of the wind goes, still fragrant.
Fangyuan leaves a beautiful shadow, Xinghua Village is drunk with the spring breeze, and it is difficult to lose love, and it is impossible to find a soulmate.
Scattered rain, lonely, looking for where to go in spring, a crescent moon covered bridge.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art