Stay forever, with spring and autumn, the first immortal in the world.
Tianming's dream does not come true, Qinghui Wanli is endowed with a heart song to the moon, and the wind sends flowers to the fifth watch.
The rain is drifting, the poems accompany me, and a ray of clear light falls into a dream until dawn.
The moon in the window is full of wind and willow catkins flying, and Mo Dao Qinghui is still returning to the king.
Sprinkled all over the garden, everywhere Chanjuan, send cool autumn light, the moon endowed.
Dreaming to dawn, according to my line, the moon is endowed with poems and willow for a hundred years.
Last night, the wind blew the dream, and the sound of autumn was sprinkled for three thousand miles, just waiting for the dawn to shine on me.
The moon is full of clouds, and the night reads the Tang wind and appreciates the osmanthus flowers, and a wisp of clear light is my home.
According to the passenger ship, a year off, a thousand silks of green, poetry and two cold.
In the dead of night, it is quiet until dawn, a ray of clear light accompanies me, the moon is full of poems and elegant rhymes, and the wind blows the willow dance lightly.
I have been accustomed to frost, wind, flowers, and the moon are full of sorrow, and the sky is bright and bright.
Fu Denglou, a good autumn, who is with the clear light, Tianming is the highest head.
Qinghui shines on the tower, and the wind blows the flowers and falls, and the moon returns today.
People are not sleeping, the clear light is like water sprinkled in front of the window, and the fragrance of the moon is raised to the pillow.
The grass is green, and the poetry is sprinkled on the moon outside the thousands of mountains, until dawn.
Poems, the fragrance of flowers to the pillow, a wisp of clear light people sleepless at night.
Pity the loneliness, why do you need to meet in the remnants of dreams and jade dew, and send me love in poetry.
The rain and the wind blow the moon to give leisure, sprinkled three thousand miles, according to me.
The new words of the moon are full of meanings, the wind blows the catkins and falls the flowers red, and the clear light does not dissolve the suffering of people, as if the sky is shining in the sky.
The snow reflects the clear and cold, the jade bones are bright and cold, the fragrant wind floats thousands of miles, and the moon is endowed with a thousand years.
To the dawn, the stars are all over the ground, and the poems are written, and a wisp of acacia sends the distant wind.
The evening is cool, the words accompany me, infinite meaning, lovesickness dreams until dawn.
The willow is jealous of the deep palace warbler out of the valley, the butterfly swims the dragon, where are the people, and the mandarin tile frost and cold night is thick.
Recalling the past, the tears on the phoenix pillow were dry, Long Zhong was still in love when he was old, and he was lonely and sleepless at night.
The building is empty, the mandarin ducks are in tears, where is the tiger now, only the palace wall is twilight.
Enjoy the snow plum blossom dragon playing in the water, the rabbit returns to the palace, the wings fly and dance, the phoenix and the song of the birds.
Watching the plum blossoms of the Moon Palace, watching the water waves of the Dragon Well and the sand, where are the rare corners, and the mandarin dream is vaguely coming to my house.
Thousands of beads, Feng Zhuluan Xiangdao is not seen, and the night is long.
The colored pen depicts the phoenix in the sky, the mandarin duck in the water, the dragon and the tiger stand in the wind and clouds, and the Yuyu Qionggong is not envious of the immortals.
Straight up to the dragon, the sky shines on the jade palace during the day, does not envy the mandarin ducks and wings, and the colorful phoenix is accompanied by the sycamore.
At the beginning of growth, the dragon smile is beautiful, no one picks it up, and the autumn insects are singing on the mandarin duck tile.
Mandarin dreams are difficult to come true, easy to break and linger, where is it now, the lonely deep palace locks the twilight smoke.
Blowing the Han moon, the mandarin embroidery is where the tiger is now, and the water is artesian.
The tiger is majestic in the dragon pan, standing majestically in the Daming Palace, the double mandarin ducks playing in the water and clear waves, and a phoenix in the rising sun.
Brushing the painting screen, the dragon and the tiger are blowing through the neon dress song, and the mandarin tiles fly to the jade feathers.
The soul of the mandarin luan dream, the colorful phoenix falls into the dust, the dragon and the tiger are in the mountains and rivers, and the Qionggong is new.
Caifeng Shuangfei is dressing up on the bath, and the dragon and tiger are standing in the cloud palace.
The plate is magnificent, the majestic hall plays in the water and the clear waves, and the sun is rising.
The deep lock of green moss, the six dragons fly away and do not return, the sound of the sycamore rain, and the fragrance of mandarin tiles disappears.
The east is flying in the wind, the road is far away, Long Zhong is old and sick, no one asks, and the air is lonely for the palace flowers.
The sound is jade, the dream turns to ashes, and Long Zhong goes to the deep palace to lock the green moss.
has returned to the sky, the crystal palace is cold and no one asks, and the Luan Phoenix Nest is empty.
Gradually moving the frost to the moon, wanting to move the sun to the west, the phoenix flute sound is jagged and the black magpie cries.
The dream of the mandarin brocade tent is not true, and the dragon and tiger are cold and the moon shines on the lonely soul.
Shocking, mandarin ducks playing in the water, what to fear from each other, Guanghan Palace.
The tiger stands proudly in the sky, locks the emperor's palace, and the mandarin tiles fly to the eaves and the horns reflect the glow red.
The jade bone ice muscle out of the water palace, like a swimming dragon, the xia curtain is charming, and the mandarin pillow is fragrant.
On a sunny day in April in the world, I don't envy the gods and goddesses, but only Mu Xian, and the fish and swallows dance in the water.
Not separated, affectionate, nowhere to find, there is a bosom friend in the sky.
The dragonflies playing in the water chase the waves, the mandarin ducks are endless, and the fairy couples are in pairs, and they do not envy the rich and noble families in the world.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art