The rain is like a crisp, there is a fate to gather on the way back, spring and autumn dreams, a leaf orchid boat Wanli Lake.
A leaf light boat five hundred do not say anything, come to meet, infinite wind and smoke under the eyes.
For more than a few years, the vicissitudes of wind and rain have not ended, and the water contains smoke.
Only because he was in the depths of the clouds, a wisp of green smoke came into his eyes, the boat on the river went with the water, and his life was five hundred smiles.
As soon as I look at it, I only have to pay for it in the past five hundred years.
A leaf in the middle of the stream, five hundred years of several autumns, today there is a fate to reunite, the river is sad.
The dream of fate and three lives has come true, and who cares about Lanzhou for a year.
Thousands of miles ago, the same boat crossed, boated together.
The clear water follows the waves, and in the past five hundred years, there has been a reunion, and the words have disappeared from the beginning.
After more than a year, the fate has not ended, and the smoke has turned away, and the Lanzhou leaf has gone with the waves, looking back on the five hundred vicissitudes of life.
Yan Shui Cang is not in Wulingjin, three, all of them are a speck of dust in the boat.
The rippling sound is far away, and there is a fate to reunite in the past five hundred years, and the heroes of the Yanbo River are talking.
Five hundred miles of hard work, a schedule of boats and cars, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains and clouds are always concerned.
It is another year when 10,000 households start to cook cigarettes, and the boat travels on the water to buy a road.
Lingering words, the breeze is affectionate, a new scene of the year, accompanied by you.
The purple swallow circles the pond, sings the sunset, and the willows on the shore bloom and dew the fragrance.
The rain washes the lotus pond on the night of the new autumn, sending the evening cool, the yellow warbler can't stop crying, and the purple swallow dance between the beams is still busy.
The willow bank flies flowers to welcome the snow, the spring breeze sends warmth and a new look, and the yellow warbler dances in front of the eaves on the branches.
The spring is good, the summer is long, the new scene, and the willow green is full of flowers.
Ziyan returns to spring is late, the yellow warbler sings the high branches, the east wind and the green Jiangnan willow, and the new red poem in the north.
It is another year of willows like silk, and the silhouette of the yellow warbler on the eaves is late.
Blowing old dreams, running new poems, yellow warblers sing spring songs, and purple swallows muttering and cutting green branches.
The yellow warbler on the branch sings the green bamboo, the purple swallow in front of the eaves is inexhaustible, and the willow by the river is green.
Build a warm nest, the yellow warbler plays in the water and sings the spring ballad, and the east wind blows the green to urge the new North Peach.
Shaking the sky, the spring breeze is crisp on the willow branches, and the dancing shadows are delicate.
Shake the green willows, the new lotus root blooms red lotus, and the yellow warbler gracefully dances in the blue sky.
When singing, the mud purple swallow urges new green overnight, and spits tender silk.
The purple swallow plays in the mud and sings the spring ballad, and the green Jiangnan willow is extraordinarily delicate.
The new flowers on the Mo are full of trees, the weak willows in front of the door are dancing thousands of silks, the yellow warbler does not understand the affairs of the world, and the purple swallow pities the branches after the rain.
The willow green silk silk, the tender grass and new flowers are extraordinarily delicate, the yellow warbler can't stop crying, and the purple swallow dances freely in front of the hall.
Singing Jiuxiao, dancing enchantingly, urging new green, and changing old robes in the spring of the willows.
Fly into the gallery, sing the spring light, the willows in the south of the Yangtze River, and the drizzle urges the new poplars.
The spring breeze is blowing to urge new green, fishing blue waves, crying, and the purple swallows dancing in front of the eaves.
The spring breeze blows green and the grass is fresh, the yellow warbler on the branch can't stop crying, and the purple swallow dances in front of the hall.
The yellow warbler sings the old song, the purple swallow in front of the eaves sings spring poems, sends warmth and promotes new green, and it is another year of smoke and willow.
The mud purple swallow builds a spring nest, sings the treetops, the green silk wind swings, and the new peach blooms and the rain is shaking.
The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are new, the willow color is vaguely like the old man, the yellow warbler on the branch can't stop crying, and the purple swallow in front of the hall is still frequent.
The wind is fine and soft, and the new peach blossoms are just like knowing people's intentions, such as knowing the old face.
The fisherman on the river fishes the evening breeze, a boat is horizontal, the sunset shines obliquely on the weeping poplar bank, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
The reed flowers are in the wind all night, the flat boat fishes the old fisherman alone, the fish sinks and the geese fall in the autumn sound, and Tinglan is different red.
Willow silk cut, fish play Qingbo swallows come, can't be idle, fishing boat back in the depths of the reeds.
On the Diaoyu Island, I still hear the war drums, where to go, there is a boat back in Luhuadang.
Fishing is sunny in the evening, and the willows on the shore of the reed flowers fluctuate with the waves, chasing the waves.
The sunset reed flower water is artesian, the fisherman fishes a river alone, the fish fat crab returns late, and the smoke on the other bank rises in the attic.
The willows on the sand bank, the swimming fish are playing and returning late from fishing, and the reed flowers are full of moon.
The fish play in Bitan, the wind and the willows on the shore dance, the fisherman returns late from the net, and the reed flowers are still moonlight.
The fisherman fishes the reeds and flowers, and the smoke egrets play on the fish platform on the other side.
The flowers reflect the moonlight, the fisherman hangs the crab and harvests the scene, and the paper kite is released.
Fishing for the silk in the pool, the fish Xiang shallow bottom play the green lotus, the net returns late, full of reed flowers and moonlight.
The water surface of the clear wave is flat, the dance is light, the fisherman returns late from casting the net, and the moonlight is bright with reed flowers.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art