Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains Du Yu called the spring breeze, and the yellow oriole sang green and bound the evil dragon.
The sound of falling leaves, the road is difficult to walk, who can bind the long tassel in hand, and the iron horse Jinge war drums.
The wind and clouds are torn and the lonely geese are singing, the long tassels are in the hand, who is the master, and the sound of the sunset on the pipa.
The momentum is magnificent, singing and laughing all the way, and the magpie is dancing on the branches.
Falling leaves yellow, clear sky in hand, who can bind, I'm crazy.
Can't stop singing, tying the dragon in his hand, the first sound of spring thunder in the country.
Please grow the tassel, the iron horse Jinge, the rivers and mountains are all splendid, and the sound of the sky is bright.
The clear sky is silent and full of autumn, and the pipa sounds ancient tunes, for whom to stay.
Several birds are all dreams, thousands of miles of floating clouds are full of sorrow, I want to ask where to tie the long tassel, and the sword in the box is waiting to be sealed.
There is a national cry, the long tassel is tied to the dragon, thousands of miles are mourning, and great love is silent.
It can still be grasped, how can it be heard, the spring tide surges, and the four seas sing praises to the party.
Open to the sky, the New Year is coming, the spring is noisy, and the long tassels are binding the wolf jackals in their hands.
The night is quieter, the dog barks, the road is difficult, who can bind, the desert lonely smoke war horse roars.
The immortals on Penglai Island come here to travel, but I hope that they will never be old, and where to find the marquis in the world.
There is no love in the world, and they will stay together until the third watch all year round, where are the couples now, only to see the moonlight in Penglai.
The spring to the eternal year is different, looking for a trace, but also envy the peach blossoms, I am in Penglai a few heavy.
Not a fairy is also emotional, looking for a trace on Penglai Island, if there is a true heart in the world, I wish to be accompanied by the moon forever.
On the side of the white clouds, it is suspected that the fairy elixir is drunk all year round, and the scenery is beautiful.
Where to find a peach source in the world, happy forever, do not envy the gods and immortals live here, there is a blue sky on Penglai Island.
Yaochi is happy for eternity, where is there no reunion in the world, if the gods have true feelings, Penglai will be sages.
Nine heavens, why bother Penglai to find a ferry, the spring is good, and the peach blossom source is fresh all year round.
The jade bone ice muscle couple goes down to Yaotai, Ling Yunzhi, and loves to sprinkle thousands of miles in the world.
Gather together, accompany couples in pairs for eternity, and have long dreams.
A song of leaving the sao to sing for eternity, the world and the sky are full of Chanjuan, where are the fairy couples now, only to see Penglai not looking at the mountain.
There are immortals, it is suspected that there is no such scene in the world of Penglai, and the eternal victory is in Taoyuan.
Penglai lives outside the world, and the gods are also sighing here, they will never see the peach blossom face, and there is a husband in the world.
Heaven and earth do not see their hometown, if the gods are Penglai to return.
I can't sleep, where are the heavenly people's couples, and the sages of the congregation.
Why did you descend to the earth, it is suspected that it is the illusion of Penglai, there is no such scene in the world, and Wulingchun will not be seen for eternity.
There is Yaotai on the island, coming from the lower realm, I hope that I will be immortal, and the world will wander together.
The scenery is different, there is still none, if the gods are Penglai to paint.
The red dust has been eternal, and the world and heaven are incomprehensible and bitter, and they are still to the sages of Penglai.
Qingge race immortals, drunk red face on the island, if there is infatuation in the world to eternal years.
Being in Penglai is also envious of this truth, and it is always spring in the world to cultivate forever.
There is a peach source, happy forever, the gods live here, looking for poems.
There is no more eternal farewell, no meeting, if the gods are the first peak of Penglai.
The immortal cave is in Yaotai, coming from the sky, there is no such scene in the world, and there are no flowers blooming forever.
Being by the Penglai clouds, I don't know where to find the gods, and there are caves in the world for eternity and loneliness.
Thousands of colors, thousands of feelings, become dependents, and the wings are not distinct.
I want to borrow the wings of the long wind to find a rainbow phoenix, and I am fortunate to tie the knot in this life, just to live up to Hehuan.
Amphibious in the north and south of the country, the moon is like silver in the dream of the branches.
When the knot is knotted, he complains of lovesickness, and he is fortunate to fly with wings in this life, and he will never leave in the next life.
Dancing under the acacia tree, even the branches are amphibious into dependents, and the mandarin ducks cross the Milky Way with wings.
Ninety thousand miles, the phoenix spreads its wings and is perched together, and the shadows under the branches and trees depend on each other.
Willow branches, fluttering butterfly wings playing in the water into a connection, a total of this time.
With the same species, Lianli is cultivated together, and the mandarin ducks and birds are flying side by side.
Winged birds, and why should the flowers bloom without regrets, and complain about lovesickness.
The swallow amphibious butterfly wings dance gracefully, play in the water into a connection, and sing freely.
I am willing to be a concentric knot for the sake of Lianli, willing to be a acacia and Tilian, not envious of the mandarin duck and winged birds, and amphibious to spend a hundred years together.
The blue sea has thousands of wings, the purple swallow is amphibious for thousands of miles, the branches are like brocade, and the moon under the acacia tree is like a lamp.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art