The sound is tactful, the shadow is swaying, and the blue waves are dancing under the moon before the flowers.
Hongchen doesn't know, the warbler dances gracefully, whose daughter is it, and the butterfly loves the fragrance of flowers and laughs at me.
The butterflies are flying, but the bees are fluttering, and the tactful warbler has been dreaming for thousands of years.
The purple swallow dances and the butterfly dances in the flower capital, and the yellow warbler turns tactfully in the red dust and all things.
The willows are smoky, the red dust recalls the old years, and the flowers are drunk and self-dancing.
A dream of Xiaoxiang, around the painting beam, Ziyan danced and danced with the fragrance of flowers.
Butterfly love flowers and dreams are also true, drunk beauty, tactful love is inexhaustible, smiling at Hongchen several springs.
The colorful phoenix dances for nine days, the butterfly shadows between the flowers linger, and the clear sound turns tactfully to the red dust.
The willow breeze is light, the dream is not true, the spring is good, and the dance is until dawn.
Hongchen is drunk with a thousand cups in a dream, the sound of the warbler enters the cuiwei, the purple swallow dances under the flowers, and the bee butterfly flies in the graceful manner.
The flying flowers are intentionally and unintentionally swallowed, and the tactful yellow warbler is not a peach source.
Dancing and dancing, the flowers are full of gardens, the tactful yellow orioles are singing green willows, and the beautiful scenery of red dust is intoxicating the field.
The singing of the birds on the branches is tactful, and the red dust road does not understand the affairs of the world, and it is still fluttering around the trees.
In a few springs, Qing Gewan ** ecstasy, dancing and dancing flowers are not seen.
Pink butterflies, fluttering green willows singing new songs, everything is empty.
Dancing and dancing, the flowers are all over the garden, and the graceful yellow warbler is intoxicated by the field.
The wind is warm, smiling and watching the red dust and flowers fragrant in spring, and the dance partner is good.
In the past, the red dust tactfully lingered, dancing with the wind, and filling the world.
Flying flowers intentionally butterflies dance, fallen leaves flutter birds sing alone, tactful piano sounds spread thousands of miles, and red dust rides and sings.
The fairy dances, the butterflies fly all over the garden, the singing voice is endless, and the red dust is drunk for a thousand years.
The song is tactful, the red dust is danced, the bees and butterflies are drunk, and the colorful wings flutter into the soul of the painting.
The dust is scattered, ** ecstasy, gone with the wind, butterflies love flowers and spring again.
The heavens and the earth are full of chanjuan, tears are flowing, there are no clouds, and the solitary dance is clear and the night is cold.
The golden wind and jade dew are tied in the blue sky, and I want to ask where Chang'e is going, and there is a lot of Chanjuan in the world and the sky.
Thousands of miles are allowed to soar, wings are spread and the clouds are dancing in all directions, Chang'e is stretched with her sleeves, and she wanders in the world and the sky.
Chang'e deliberately stole the elixir, and at this time, she sang a song of dancing and singing, and sent lovesickness in the blue sky.
Heaven and earth are led by a thread, Chang'e Jade Rabbit is Chanjuan, the blue sky is thousands of miles away, and the Weaver Girl Cowherd dances.
In the sky, the blue sky is wide and Chang'e has wide sleeves, and the child is enchanting.
The golden wind sends cool blue sky, dancing and glamorous, I want to ask where Chang'e is going, the moon in the sky is hazy.
Chang'e Shu wide sleeves, the world and the sky are full of Chanjuan, Wu Gang holds the wine osmanthus dance, and the blue sky flies on the jade plate.
Looking for the trace of immortals, it is suspected that Chang'e is nine times, flying colorful phoenix, and a thousand-year-old silver man dancing dragon.
The wind dances poplar flowers like washing the moon, stealing elixir, and sprinkling it in the world for another year.
Reflecting the blue sky, light singing and dancing should regret stealing the elixir, they are all love.
Jade Rabbit Chang'e has many happy events, the world and the sky are singing, Wu Gang held out the osmanthus dance, and the blue sky and the starry Han River.
There are many scenes, Chang'e jade rabbit flying wild geese, and thousands of green water dancing cui luo.
The light song is joyful, the silver flower and fire tree are open in the blue sky, Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and there is haze in the world.
Chang'e runs to the moon and the magpie bridge in the world, and the jade rabbit Wu Gang is thousands of miles away in the blue sky.
There are many happy events, and the Guanghan Palace is like washing the stars, and the dancing is beautiful.
There should be no double butterfly dance, there is still an eagle flying in the blue sky, do not regret stealing the elixir, but I hope that the world will last forever.
Thousands of miles are flying, and in the painting, I want to ask where Chang'e is going, the world and heaven are the same.
Sleeping alone, two Chanjuan, the blue sky and the moon are full in the Guanghan Palace.
The sky is far away, the lonely Chang'e blue sky hangs a jade mirror, and the thousand-year-old Chinese dance golden knife.
Light songs never sleep, such as washing the moon and the moon, Chang'e should regret that the world is all money.
The blue sky is like a wash and dancing, and Chang'e should repent of leaving the world.
The cold is drifting, the world is a dream, the neon clothes are endless, and the soaring is up.
The world is scattered, the mortal dust is down, and the blue sky is drunk with light songs.
One night, the east wind urges everything, the green pile, not dissociating from people's minds, and still flying to the swallows on the branches.
The swallow returns to the spring is long, the peach blossoms are still smiling Liu Lang, and the willow Dongfeng in front of the door is the hometown.
Reflecting the sunset, the nesting is busy, the branches are green, and the east wind is a bridesmaid.
The willow vaguely spits out the tender buds, the east wind sends warmth to the farmer's house, the mud swallows fly away, and the peach blossoms reflect the colorful glow.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art