With the same heart, Yao Qiankun, Fei Yi dares to be famous through the ages.
The East is red like fire, the sons and daughters of Yan and Huang work together to prosper China, and the Philippines writes a thousand words.
Dare to invade the territory, the power of the town of ghosts and gods, thousands of miles of fire, yellow and red sunshine.
Zeliu Huaxia mountains and rivers nurture Huifei, thousands of miles of fire, yellow and red sunshine.
Good article, the Eight Wilderness of the East, the land of the Philippines in the five continents, and the reputation is famous.
The red sun rises in the east, and the Chinese descendants dare to run rampant.
Fei Yi and Kou are fierce, angry, Yan and Huang rise up, and the east stands tall and leads.
The Chinese air is like a rainbow, the Philippines is more and more immortal, and the descendants of Yan and Huang are in the sky.
Ambitious, Yaosijiang, invade Diaoyu Island, and protect the hometown of Huaxia.
The sunrise is red in the east, the new chapter of the children of Yan and Huang, the dragon and the Chinese thousand autumn industry, and the tiger leaps into the territory of Feiyi.
A hundred years of reminiscences take off, and hundreds of millions of Yanhuang stand proudly in the sky.
Five-star red, one vein, the two sides of the strait rise together, and the east stands proudly.
The children of Yan and Huang are like rainbows, the rising sun is full of enthusiasm in the East, and the five continents are competing in China.
On a sunny day, the splendid chapter of China Shenzhou, hundreds of millions of yellow and red suns are hanging high.
Driving away the Japanese invaders, the bright sword Shenzhou Yanhuang rose up together, the most romantic.
Zhi Chongtian, Dongfang Yaoyuhuan, Wakou Filipino maid Huaxia to protect the homeland.
Shoot the east, the sons and daughters of Yan and Huang work hard, and the sea country is mighty.
It is difficult for the Philippines to stay where there is no spring breeze, children have many strange ambitions, and the sun rises.
Longteng Huaxia has a new chapter, Fei Yufei is slightly moist and eight wildernesses, thousands of miles of Yan and Huang are the same dream, and the East is red and the sun shines thousands of states.
Thousands of years of history of Yan Huang, blood stained the sun and moon in the east, Finu invaded Diaoyu Island, and Shenzhou Huaxia was forever healthy.
Reflecting the rising sun, raising together, rising together, the Feiyi and the Waiko dare to be rampant.
Zero is full of the world, the water is last year, and the swallow is gone, and the mud is still in my home.
The spring breeze goes all the way to whom's house, cutting green yarn, nowhere to find it, and flying all over the sky like Qiongbao.
Coming and going, sweeping the water and passing through the clouds into the old home, Mo Dao has nowhere to find the flowers, and the city is full of chaos.
No one swept away the flowers, the sky was flying like hemp, and the jade flute blew the willows, provoking the spring breeze and swallows.
A lifetime of wandering like flying flotsam, like falling flowers, the Yanlou is empty, and whose house is the sunset.
In the spring, when the spring arrives at the Shijia in the south of the Yangtze River, the swallow warbler cries to break a branch of xia, and the falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flying flotsam unintentionally chases the waves.
Spring is over, and the peach and willow green deliberately follow the flowing water, and the heart chases the sunset.
There is no shadow of falling flowers in front of the pavilion, the sound of flying flotsam, where to send the feelings of the family and the country, and when will the swallows and geese stop.
Drifting for another year, the falling flowers and flowing water are at a loss, the spring breeze does not dissociate the human swallows, and the mountains cry cries.
In the wild path, the swallow comes to the west and the east, with the flowing water, and the flying flotsam has no intention of chasing the evening wind.
Yan cut the spring breeze girl to sing, no one swept, flying flocculent clothes can't bear to listen.
Blowing off the flowers, the girl on the shore is just growing, and the silk yarn is green.
The butterfly wing powder is messy, the bee whiskers are dyed and the flowers are light, and the returning swallows know where to go, and whose yard should they sing.
At the home of the virgin, the swallow scissors in spring deliberately follow the flowing water, and the flying flocculent has no intention of chasing the sunset.
The nest is empty and the spring is late, the warbler is close to the family and has many sorrows, and the fallen flowers are all over the ground and no one sweeps them, and the waves are passing away with the wind.
Where is the falling flowers and flowing water with the wind, and the home is in the south of the Yangtze River, and the swallows cut the window screen.
Blowing and flying, the spring rain Xiaolou is empty, who to send.
The red-sleeved dance, the swallow cut the warbler shuttle brocade Luo, the falling flowers go in spring, and the floating clouds and flying dreams come.
The geese go to find their way back, thousands of miles away, the flowing water falls and the flowers are easy to grow old in spring, and the turbulent wind and flying flotsam are difficult to eliminate at night.
Sighing flowers, chaotic as hemp, whose little girl is not fat.
With the wind to the hometown, the falling flowers and flowing water do not see the swallow in front of the hall, and the home is at the end of the world for another year.
On a February day in the south of the Yangtze River, the willows and green swallows are fluttering, and the falling flowers are intentionally or unintentionally chasing away the river.
Where do the swallows go to the warbler is not home, and the falling flowers are all over the sky, only to sigh to themselves.
Spring is strong, flying flocculent dancing in the east wind, the little girl is growing up, weaving brocade silk.
The owner's heart is like ashes, has returned, and the spring breeze flowers bloom after the purple mud is sealed.
Ziyan crossed the small bridge in spring, and Liu Sijiao built a thousand-year-old dream, and did not see the master return to the road.
The mud was drunk and rested late, and the spring swallow went to Mo Yanchi, and the owner of the new nest and the old base came to write poems.
The old nest is busy, the words are desolate, three thousand miles, the hometown of the new mud base.
The master talked about the wine today, the swallow returned to build the old nest, the new mud on the beam was still not cold, and the spring crossed the river bridge.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art