In the smoke and rain, let the west wind, it is difficult to see, only the Yangtze River is east day and night.
The water flows east, in a dream, where to go, the five lakes ask the fisherman.
The end of the world is close to the soul of the dream, the water comes from the east, where to go, the smoke and rain of the five lakes are a cloud.
The owner has a female Tianya if it is next to each other, Fan Li goes boating on the rivers and seas, and the smoke and rain of the five lakes accompany the beauty.
The flat boat enters the drawing, the smoke and rain of the five lakes are lonely, regardless of the eastward flowing water, there is no dream of the end of the world.
A leaf flat boat across the five lakes, looking for the way back, close to the difficult to see, the east to the river into the sea no.
On the way to the Yangtze River in the east, the end of the world is close at hand, poor Fan Libian's boat, not fishing for perch and panning the five lakes.
Go without a trace, where to find Mr. Four Seas and Five Lakes, there is a lonely Hong.
The smoke and rain of the five lakes are a sailing wind, the rise is not endless, where is the end of the world, the sunset is in the west and the water flows in the east.
The Yangtze River is artesian, the end of the world is close at hand, where is Fan Li Xishi now, the four seas and a flat boat.
Don't see each other, go east to west and come to spring a few times, but I haven't gotten it, who does the smoke and moon belong to the five lakes.
Fan Libian's boat is full of smoke and rain, endless, and there is no return to the end of the world.
are all brothers, where is the end of the world, Fan Libian Zhou, do not look back.
Life is like a dream, the water flows east, the end of the world is at hand, where is Fan Libian's boat going, the smoke and rain of the five lakes are hazy.
Thousands of miles away, where does the purple gas Fan Li return to the east, a piece of ice is in the five lakes.
I don't look back, I can swim all over the world, and I will watch the waves in the east of the Jieshi, what do you want at the end of the world.
The literati and artists met and got drunk several times, and the old friends wandered under the moon with tears in their eyes.
He has chanted poetry, and the wine glass often thinks about juvenile things, and tears flow.
Wandering alone and mourning, Sijun does not see the dream, the shadow in front of the window, when the confidant enters my arms.
I don't see the old people coming, mourning alone, looking for old dreams in the turbid wine glass, and confidants at the end of the world have no guesses.
And the moon drink, meet with the king, wander under the tree to think about the five watches.
There are few confidants at the end of the world, and the wine glass is full of dreams, and they often see each other in their dreams.
Wandering flowers, no tears, empty wine glasses when to reunite.
Sitting alone in front of the window, sighing under the moon, the wine glass is not exhausted, it is difficult to meet in a dream.
Into the wine glass, when will the confidant return, look for a good sentence under the moon, and the pen is like thunder.
It is rare to meet thousands of miles away, in front of a light, Sijun wanders alone this night.
The ends of the earth have been wandering for a long time, old friends come, invite the moon drunk in the cup, when will the confidant take the stage together.
The wine glass is poured without urging, the confidant meets and smiles, and wanders under the moon in the middle of the night.
With a smile, I often look back and feel sorry for myself.
If you want to wander and can't bear to go back, Sijun comes to her dreams day and night, the wine glass is drunk before everyone is exhausted, and it is rare for a confidant to burst into tears.
Before the dust edge of the block is wandering, the wine glasses frequently meet the drunken jade platform.
Into the wine glass, when to return, wandering under the moon to find a good sentence, thinking like a spring pen like thunder.
Confidants meet unexpectedly, the wine glass is poured out and I don't see what I want, and I wander alone at night.
Wandering for a long time, Sijun fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the confidant of the wine glass under the moon had no guesses.
The snow in the wind, several degrees of wandering wine glasses empty to the moon, the two depend on each other.
The wine glass is shallow, the confidant's tears are deep, and he can't bear to find it in his dreams.
Looking at the railing, he often puts the wine glass without thinking about foreign affairs, and tears are stained with tears.
The trail wanders without tears, and the sky is facing the dusk moon, falling into a dream.
Qu Yuan, who worries about the country, thinks about the five willows, wanders under the moon and climbs the stairs alone, the wine glass is full of heroic tears, and the poems are chanted into confidant sorrows.
The hazy night is sleepless, the clouds open and the fog disperses to see the blue sky, and the past goes with the wind, like painting a mountain into the eye.
The autumn air is deep, it is pleasant, all are picturesque, and the past is leisurely into the dream.
The smoke is not to be found, the state is always concerned, even the sky is blue, and the clouds roll up the fragrance of flowers into a deep dream.
The mountain shape water state is different, can not be chased, spring has gone, the clouds and geese fly south.
The willow color is vaguely foggy and spring, like smoke and the past goes with the wind, and the water shadow mountain shape enters the dream frequently.
The sky is high and the autumn air is cool, the water and willows reflect the slanting sun, the lake shadow moves with the wind, and the past is like smoke falling asleep.
The past is like smoke in a dream, two hazy, the wind and grass are blue, and the clouds and sunshine are red.
The water state of the mountain is different, the past is like smoke passing through the eyes, and after the willow color is vaguely gone, the clouds are ethereal and the moon is bright.
Thousands of miles of sky, the lake and willow water are picturesque, and then fall into a dream.
The past is like smoke that cannot be left, two leisurely travel, the wind blows the grass and the sky is blue, and the clouds roll up and the fragrance of flowers is soft in the eyes.
The water state is distinct, the past is like smoke passing through the eyes, the grass is dark and the old dreams are confused, and the clouds are chaotic in the ears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art