The red plum and white snow are full of flowers and flowers, and the most affectionate and speechless to the world.
The willow silk is light, the two greet each other, the most amorous double swallow, whispering softly.
Mo Dao is amorous, the two look at each other in the sky through the window, and the spring breeze blows to the bright night.
The tears have dried, the affection has been red since ancient times, and the spring breeze does not understand the peach blossoms.
The two phases are delicate, the spring breeze warms the most branch birds, crossing the small bridge.
The city is full of green, the noodles are tilted together, and the amorous ones can't stop singing.
It's always empty, the flowers are speechless and look at the end of the world, and the wind falls into a dream.
Dongjun is speechless and affectionate is this flower, the spring breeze blows thousands of miles, and the two praise each other.
The two golden bottles and jade cups reflect each other, smiling and watching the spring breeze blowing on the face, since ancient times, the amorous and empty hatred, and the green mountains are silent and full of tears.
In the spring breeze into a dream, the peach blossom face blends together, the most is the branch bird, and the soft whisper is drunk.
People are lonely, tears are swaying, the two are separated, and the spring breeze crosses the blue waves.
Who understands the language, I know the love, the flowers are gone, and the bright moon is empty.
Life is scattered and scattered, green wicker, the river is on the moon, and the long bridge is diligent and speechless.
All the way to the spring breeze willow green two happy, amorous is the most branch birds, the interpretation of the fragrance of flowers with me to sleep.
The most is a flower, I want to talk and be ashamed to go down, where to send my heart, the spring breeze sends me to the end of the world.
The explanation is empty and hateful, staring in vain, and on the south bank of the Green River, the two phases are speechless and crying.
The spring breeze is full of stars all night, and the flowers under the moon are tilted towards each other, and the amorous hatred has been empty since ancient times, and the desire to talk is still full of tears.
Yang Liuqing, murmuring softly, the cape looks at each other, and the wind is drunk with the sunset.
The green mountains and green waters are linked to each other, the flowers are full of flowers, and the most amorous double swallows are lingering.
The night is full of the world, the peach blossoms on the human face are boasting about each other, the most amorous double swallows, and the soft words enter whose house.
People are easy to get old, Boya is speechless and tears are hard to collect, the end of the world, when will the spring breeze reunite.
A glass of turbid wine bosom friends are raised together, how many things are there, and the ends of the earth are long.
Unusual, poems and songs give Cape a long memory, it is a hometown.
The red dust dreams with the wind, the blue sea and thousands of sails grow by the waves, Mo Dao has nowhere to complain, and it is difficult to find a bosom friend.
A cup of tea, dreams haunt the soul and there is nowhere to send it, and it is difficult to find a bosom friend in anyone's house.
A heartfelt poem, looking for two lines of bosom friends, dreams, and tears, turned into water.
Bosom friends, why bother to be at home, sighing that life is still around the flowers of the hometown.
Rare to the hometown, the green mountains and green desire to complain are inexhaustible, and there are two lines of tears.
The long sky is golden, the light boat carries dreams into the clouds, and there is no way to send, only the bosom friend comforts my heart.
Heartfelt tears, hatred impermanence, lovesickness in a thousand bitter dreams, a wisp of love is long.
Nowhere to be found, tears stained with tears, thousands of miles and thousands of nights to stroke the piano.
The sky goes with the dream, and the autumn voice is in the ears and there is no way to send it, only the bosom friend is together.
The mountain gathers all the sages, the dream is haunted, and the heartfelt desire to tell the bosom friend to sing for a hundred years.
Thousands of miles of bosom friends tell that they are still hearty, and the spring tide of geese in the long sky brings dreams back.
Another year, the past is full of tears, and there is no way to send, and the moon is full.
At the beginning of that year, I knew you, my dream was haunted, and I wanted to tell my soulmate to comfort my heart.
Two lines of heartfelt tears, broken sorrow, often worried in dreams, sleepless in the middle of the night and hate longer.
People seek acquaintances, who have thousands of hearts, and sigh that the world is always fate.
Several times of injury, hate longer, who complains, it is difficult to find tears.
Thousands of miles long and wild geese, the autumn wind blows dreams of Xiaoxiang, and no one will tell you from the bottom of your heart, only the bosom friend is in the distance.
Who will know the tears in his heart, and the dream is vaguely melancholy and long.
Can't chase, tears are flying, the sky is looking at where the people are, and the dream is vaguely looking forward to the return of the child.
I vaguely saw the old man in my dream, and I couldn't send it when I thought about the past, but I only hated my bosom friend and didn't know you.
The geese are on a trip, the dream is the hometown, and it is difficult to find tears in the heart.
A thread, Shenzhou Wanli should repent of stealing the elixir and looking at the full moon.
For a total of one day, this night was the most reunited, and Chang'e danced in the Guanghan Palace.
Guanghan Palace, the Jade Rabbit is comfortable with this joy in the world, and there is strong empathy.
Wu Gang is drunk and Chang'e dances in the cold, and the world is happy and chanjuan.
Where is there no spring breeze in the world, in a dream of thousands of miles of Chanjuan, it should be Chang'e who knows my intentions, and dances in the sky with light and wide sleeves.
Chanjuan has a full moon, the world and the sky are holding each other, and the wide sleeves are dancing in the air, which is suspected to be Chang'e's nine springs.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art