The sky and the earth are dark, the ghosts and gods are sounding, and the heroes have taken a journey through the ages.
The good story spreads the good name, and the voice of the cowherd and the weaver girl in the sky on earth shows that the love is in the heart.
The right path is the vicissitudes of life, the tears of heroes are two lines, and the righteousness is immortal and dazzling.
The years are like smoke in the sound of firecrackers, and the article is comparable to the world through the ages.
Mi Zhangjing, Yan Dance Ode to Spring, who is comparable through the ages, the first place.
A book of romance, the two are similar, and the silent years are in the grass house.
Where to find Penglai in the world, a dream opens, covering the eyes, and the tide continues to shake the high platform.
There is a sound of wind in front of the lonely window, filling the night and the moon, and the poor ancient people are always in love.
Don't ask, ask the reason, leave a history, and there are few white heads in the world.
A round of bright moon shines through the ages, thousands of miles of people are at this time, and the flowers and shadows in the sound of the jade flute show the sound of the sky.
In the sound of the cuckoo, in the east of the flowing water bridge, whose girl Sang Ma is red.
Smiling faces, calling for spring ploughing, farmers do not understand mulberry and hemp affairs, only Taoism and all things prosper.
The family lives in the green mountains and green waters, and the mulberry hemp is accompanied by the cuckoo to promote the cultivation early, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the strait reflect the sun.
Talking mulberry hemp, the spring breeze in March came to my house, and the sound of the cuckoo was drunk in the source.
Day by day, the peach blossoms are flowing in front of the door, and the eyes are fascinated.
The stream is full of flowers, the cuckoo calls for spring, and the farmer is not aware of the poverty and no rice cooking.
In the west of the green water, the cuckoo in the depths of mulberry hemp is cultivated early, and the flower belt dew is low.
Farming mulberry and hemp painting is the same, cuckoo early spring, reflecting the sun.
The sound of the cuckoo is in the west, the peach blossom flowing water bridge is low, who is standing in front of the door, and the hand is smiling.
Someone in the source praised, the sun shadow in the cuckoo sound, where is the mulberry hemp, and the shepherd boy refers to the Baiyun family.
Talking about mulberry hemp, whose house is it, urging early spring, a few peach blossoms reflecting the sunset.
Zhongfei Ziyan, drunk tourists, early growth, laughter and mulberry full of spring.
The spring breeze is drunk with peach blossoms, the sun shadow is oblique, where is it, the shepherd boy refers to the savage's house.
In March, the spring breeze planted mulberry hemp in the corner, a cuckoo urged ploughing early, and the peach blossoms all over the field reflected the colorful glow.
Mulberry hemp a path slanted, the spring breeze blows to the savage's house, the cuckoo urges the ploughing, and sees the peach blossoms reflecting the sunset.
In March, the peach blossoms reflect the colorful glow, calling the farmer, and the mulberry is green, and whose family is newly drawn.
A green hill is my home, idle to plant mulberry hemp, a few cuckoo urging ploughing early, and see the peach blossoms reflecting the sunset.
Autumn tea picking, the white clouds deep cuckoo ploughing early, flowers reflect the sunset.
A few cuckoos urge spring, the sun is red, the family lives in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are traces in the depths of mulberry and hemp.
Send me to the peach blossoms, the sun shadow in the cuckoo sound, want to ask where the mulberry is, and refer to the savage's house.
It's my home, the scenery of the four seasons is mulberry hemp, the spring is noisy, and the peach blossom source is a good year.
Poetry and songs are my home, spring is noisy, peach blossoms and flowing water reflect the red glow.
The sun shadow is oblique, and the children in the peach blossom garden pass in front of the door, learning to plant melons.
The cow girl met for another year, the world and the sky were divided into two fields, the cooking smoke was wrapped around the dream of the three watches, and the shepherd flute was melodious for thousands of miles.
Around the ancient city, a shepherd's flute is fertile and a thousand waves, and the horse steps on the flat field for thousands of miles.
The green mountains hear the shepherd flute, look back at the clear water and see the smoke, the cattle plough the fertile fields with thousands of waves, and the Pingchuan is ten thousand hectares of fields.
When the sun sets, people get up early and are busy, and a few wisps of cooking smoke are fragrant with wild flowers.
The barn is full, and the cattle are ploughing and fertile, and the song has been passed down through the ages and entered the gallery.
The smoke of the cottage cooking, the dog barks and the shepherd flute is raised, and the short tune is blown leisurely, and the rice flowers in the farmhouse field are fragrant.
The shepherd flute and fishing song are far away, the twilight is deep, the cow's back returns leisurely late, and the Yaoqin is made under the Tian Weng tree.
The cow's back is horizontal, there are people walking, and a few wisps of cooking smoke are melodious with the birdsong.
Stretching the fields, the cattle plough the fertile soil and blow the harvest song, and the smoke of the cooking is around the house.
Straight up to the white clouds, melodious with me to sleep, the back of the cow blows obliquely on the slope of the field.
The shepherd flute blows horizontally into the clouds, and the cattle plough the acres and acres of flat rivers and thousands of hectares of fields.
The grass is abundant, the fertile fields are in the sky, the cooking smoke is surrounded by the cottages, and the sunset is by.
Stretching the wild fields, the green is boundless, and the shepherd's flute is a song of cooking smoke for nine days.
A few wisps of cooking smoke surround the roof beams, out of the village, the fertile field is a thousand waves, and the horse steps on the flat field for thousands of miles of frost.
The shepherd flute is melodious with the birdsong, the cooking smoke curls around the small bridge, and the cattle plough the fertile fields and flat fields for thousands of miles.
The spring grass is green, the sunset is red, and the farmhouse is melodious in a dream.
One night, the east wind is green, the cattle plough the fertile soil and grass, whose shepherd flute blows the willows, and several cooking smoke surrounds the eaves.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art