Moist as a crisp, looking at the distance, infinitely good, the yellow flower is still smiling in the rivers and lakes.
My surname is Tao, my color is more enchanting, I smile, and I don't feel that the sound of autumn is far away.
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon rest, everything is long, the reunion day, and the wine talk with you.
Laugh at the red dust and watch the bitter spring and autumn, wait for the next year's flower blooming day, and join hands with you to share the white head.
The spring is warm and the flowers are delicate, today I invite you to wine, the frost and dew are cold in the deep autumn, and the maple leaves dance enchantingly.
Ask you what is the bitter drowning, at the end of spring, the smile is still like the old, for whom is haggard is not as good as autumn.
Laughing at the west wind alone, the autumn dew is heavy chrysanthemum yellow, and in the coming year, we will make an appointment under the east fence and invite you to drink together.
This is impermanent, seeing through the wind and rain of the red dust rivers and lakes, the road is the vicissitudes of life.
Hongchen dreamed of Xiaoxiang, Ren is short and long, Mo Dao is lonely in the world, and the breeze and bright moon are proud of frost.
Fighting snow and frost, not competing with the world for short and long, the world is hot and cold, knowing the cold and warm, and seeing through the vicissitudes of laughter.
The two look at each other, the arrogance is not self-harming, changeable, and there are vicissitudes of life in the red dust.
Not because of the red dust of the world, the love has not changed, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.
There is a lover, the world is hot and cold, and the sky is cold, and I am crazy.
Heroic and proud, smiling at the world's several springs, the world is hot and cold and changeable, and the red dust is cold and warm.
Everything is empty, how much does Ling Shuang Aoxue know about the world, all in Hongchen with a smile.
The scorching cold is different from the ancient times, the red dust is cold and warm, the frost and snow are unique, and the spring in the world is strong.
The red dust is not stained, the heat is cold, and the short and long, Mo Dao is the only one in the world, arrogant and frosty.
The two are in love, and the arrogant group is cold and changeable, smiling.
The heat knows the cold and warm, the red dust gathers and scatters the ups and downs, the bamboo chrysanthemum is proud of the frost and snow, and the spring and autumn in the world are read.
Hongchen is empty, self-contained, why do you need to ask about the warmth and coldness of the world, and laugh proudly in the rivers and lakes.
Storing the heroic spirit is the vicissitudes of life, and the red dust road of the hot and cold world is long.
There are a few sorrows in the sky, and the arrogant rivers and lakes can see through the heat and cold, and Hongchen smiles to solve a thousand worries.
The heat and coldness are short and long, seeing through a few vicissitudes, and being upright and stormy in the world.
The red dust is cold and warm, the heat is cold, and the knowledge is short and long, and Mo Dao is unique and proud in the world.
It's hard to pay for ambition, there is no love in the world, it's cold and changeable, and it's famous.
The warm wind blows in April, Dou Yanfei, the world is hot and cold, and I don't want to return.
The world is hot and changeable, always contrary to each other, showing alone and arrogant, smiling at the right and wrong in the world.
Thousands of red dusts are leading, who is pitiful in the hot and cold world, and the world has not envied immortals since ancient times.
Spit fragrant, a total of flowers, changeable, cold and warm with vicissitudes.
Where to find it in heaven and earth, Ling Han is proud of the snow and smiles at the spring breeze, the hot and cold world changes in a thousand ways, and there are thousands of feelings in the cold and warm red dust.
Since ancient times, there have been several reincarnations, and plum blossoms are proud of the snow.
In the spring and autumn seasons, the ambition has not been paid, everything is a passerby, and the warmth and coldness of the world have never ended.
Wandering in Jiangzhou all his life, he has no confidant in the spring and autumn, and everything in the world is left to stay.
Let me stay, when will the clouds pass, and I will have nothing to ask for in spring, autumn, winter and summer.
When will it be closed, everything in the world will pass by in winter and summer, and it will be in vain.
Several times of sorrow, no regrets to pay in vain, everything in the world is endless.
There is no pity, the spring and autumn years urge people to get old, and the fate is not idle.
The years have passed without worrying about everything, and the situation has changed several times, and I am allowed to stay.
Wind and rain in the world for a few spring and autumn, life is bumpy and not worried, everything in the red dust is seen through, and the rivers and lakes are happy and proud.
A few people know that the spring and autumn of half a lifetime have two sideburns, the sunset is infinitely good, and everything in the red dust has become a poem.
Everything is long, when will it be off, urging people to grow old, and a bumpy life will not be rewarded.
Sleep endlessly, things go down the drain, flowers bloom and fall, wind and rain in a lifetime, the moon is full of buildings.
The years have been eventful, and the ambitions have not been paid, all of them are like dreams, and don't wait for the white head to hate endlessly.
A bumpy life of rain and snow in spring and autumn, no mention of no friends in the world, everything is left to stay.
Return to the dream of rest, pay dust for a hundred years, since you are in the world, don't feel empty for your life.
Regardless of spring, autumn and summer and winter, everything is like a dream, and the high roads of the mountains are heavy.
Everything is unbearable for drunken eyes, a hundred years of rest and sigh streamers, who will wake up to the big dream in the spring and autumn period, looking back on the empty intestines of life.
In the spring and autumn period, everything is like a dream in a bumpy life, and the head is hated.
Mo Dao has been lonely all his life, he is stumbling, he is talking about the years and urging people to grow old, and everything is going with fate and singing.
The world is a hundred years old, the red dust is in vain, the spring and autumn are reincarnated several times, and the life is white.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art