Who interprets the words, autobiography, it is difficult to look back, Weng Yuan leans on the door and looks at the moon.
The sound comes into a dream, the language is on the high platform, where is it now, only to see the wild geese chasing in the sky.
Butterflies fly to chase noodles, talk mulberry hemp, spread thousands of miles, and the drizzle silently moistens thousands of homes.
The children and grandchildren of the concubine are happy to chase, the most is a good spring of the year, and the warbler and swallow dance accompany Xia Fei.
The moonlight sprinkled the clear stream, several frogs chirped in the middle of the night, the fireflies flew uncertainly, and the lotus pond saw the dew stained with clothes.
The lotus pond is clear and the water is light and the boat is soft, the willow frog chirps pleasantly, and the hazy moonlight is intoxicating.
The spring water of a river is silent, half an acre of lotus pond reflects the red sun, several frogs chirp and startle the birds, and the moonlight shines on the sycamore.
Disturbing the flat lake, the moonlight is hazy, the lotus pond is sleepless, and the waves are still not.
The moonlight is hazy, the shadow of the flowers is heavy, the willow shade is thick, the breeze is gentle on the Milky Way bank, and the drunken lotus pond dreams of a few bushes.
The night rain washes away the dust, the fine grass is lightly fragrant, a few frogs are awake from dreams, and the moonlight shines on the building.
Drunk before the flowers, sleeping under the willows in the lotus pond in the clear water, frightening birds, and a round of moonlight illuminating the mountains and rivers.
The noise of frogs and cicadas is hazy through the screen window, brushing the face, and listening carefully to the insect whisper.
has been gone, how many things have happened in a few frogs, remembering Chanjuan.
In summer, the wind in the lotus pond sends incense, the dragonflies point to the water and comb finely, the frogs chirp a cool, and the moonlight is hazy and the night is not young.
The clear water is long, the dragonflies are dotted with a cool feeling, and the moonlight is hazy and sleepy.
Frogs chirp with the sound of rain, the hazy moonlight shines on the windows, the lotus pond is full of fish jumping, and the wind is light and the waves are flat.
A round of moonlight frogs sang endlessly, counting the passing years and still rowing lightly.
The mirror shines on the lotus pond, the thin waves and the frogs chirp in the night dream, through the screen window.
Between the fragrant world, the lotus pond and clear water reflect the red face, the birds sing and the breeze accompanies it, and the moonlight is hazy and people do not sleep.
The fish leaps and the frog sings far away, the night is not young, the wind passes through the lotus pond and the flowers make shadows, and listen carefully to the insect language.
Like an old tour, when to rest, the wind blows the fine willow lotus pond rhyme all over the building.
The lotus pond flowers are blooming, the breeze and waves are startling birds, and the moonlight is hazy into my arms.
Finely cut the willow silk obliquely, the lotus pond reflects the colorful glow, and the frogs chirp in the autumn night and the moonlight shines on whose house.
In the middle of the night, the frogs chirp on the treetops in the moonlight, and the lotus pond water is full of wind and gentle waves.
According to my home, I go to the end of the world in the middle of the night, listen to the wind and rain, and fall flowers.
Sitting in the lotus pond with nothing to do, playing in the water is busy, and occasionally frogs chirping and the moonlight shines through the screen window.
A wisp of love is savored, drunk lotus pond, cicadas sing to wake up, and the moonlight is hazy and falls asleep.
A few frogs woke up from a dream, a round of moonlight illuminated the window, and the lotus pond surrounded the lawn in the middle of the night.
According to the Ping Lake, into the picture, the flower shadow moves, and there are immortals in the depths.
The cuckoo cries blood at night, the butterfly is in the dream, the dragonfly flies up and down, and the swallows through the clouds linger.
In the Qingming season, dragonflies walk around the trees, and butterflies flutter gracefully and chirp among the grass.
Play small lotus, dancing and singing, butterflies fluttering among the flowers, and cuckoos singing gracefully on the trees.
The wind is warm and the red butterflies dance, the rain is like a note in the deep spring grass and green season, and the dragonflies fly up to the embankment.
Red rhododendrons, double-flying butterflies fluttering, dragonflies dotting water plantains sleepless at night.
What's the matter, just for the dragonflies dancing under the flowers, hidden in the leaves.
Playing lotus boats, bananas enter the painting building, butterflies flutter tactfully and willows are shy.
At the priest's house, the cuckoo cries blood and rain without fear, and the water splashes.
The cuckoo cries blood and flies to the flowers, the dragonflies are still at ease, and the rain is miserable.
The rain blows and the wind blows the flowers and falls red, the dragonflies play the lotus canopy in the water, the butterflies fly and get drunk in the bushes, and the cuckoos cry blood and stain the mountain green.
Dragonflies stand by the water, the wind and rain are always lingering, butterflies are dancing, and the rhododendrons on the trees are whirling gracefully.
Playing in the water, dyeing the mountains and rivers, nourishing peaches and plums, and seeing dragonflies and blue sky.
The blood is full of red mountains, dancing in the blue sky, the flowers are standing, and a pair of swallows are walking in the rain.
After the rain, the grass is green, the duckweed, the flowers dance, and the rhododendron branches chirp.
Just for the dragonfly rain to fight the year, the butterflies dance among the flowers, and the tactful cuckoo branches sleep.
Butterflies dance among flowers, don't hear the cries of cuckoo branches, the sound of bananas is poignant, and dragonflies play in the stream.
The wind blows the willows and cuckoos cry, the butterflies fly, a few dragonflies and lotuses stand up, and a pair of swallows return in the rain.
After years of rain, the moss is green, and the dragonflies are occasionally seen dotting the water, the butterflies are dancing under the flowers, and the azaleas are blooming in the valley.
Play the sunset, the lotus wind brings the rain and butterflies dance, and the juan is fragrant.
Zhuang Zhou's butterfly is busy in his dream, tears are two lines, the rain hits the plantain and the people don't sleep, and the dragonfly plays the lotus pond with water.
The cuckoo cries blood red, two or three butterflies dance flowers, dragonflies point to the water lotus tip, and the banana rhyme is stronger.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art