Adding elegant interest, the small bridge and flowing water reflect the sun, no intention to appreciate, only the peach blossoms are extraordinarily fragrant.
The small bridge and flowing water orchid pavilion are in high spirits, and they can't be closed, and they listen to the sheng flute in the peach blossom garden.
Drunk east wind, the peach blossoms on the human face are inexhaustible, and the rhyme is endless.
The peach blossoms fall to the end of the willow silk, the spring color is boundless into the cuiwei, the small bridge and flowing water are still there, and I don't see the Yake return of the year.
Spread thousands of miles, the flowing water bridge is full of gardens and can't be closed, and the poetry and painting are drunk with peach blossoms.
The small bridge is full of wind, who is left for the clear words and elegant sentences, the boundless spring can't be closed, and the peach blossoms are white.
The spring is boundless, the swallows are flying, and the poetic and picturesque bridge looks at the sunset.
The face is west and east, and the spring is full of small bridges and flowing waters, and it enters the poem.
The flowing water willow silk is long, the winding path leads to the elegant hall, the garden can not be closed, and the peach blossoms send fragrance all the way.
Boundless into the picture screen, reflecting the green mountains, poets gather to chant good sentences, stroll on the bridge and smell the birdsong.
There should be hatred, always ruthless, and the small bridge and flowing water were elegant and singing.
Lanting is another year, the small bridge and flowing water can't be closed in spring, and the peach blossoms on the human face are relatively pitiful.
The small bridge is willow wind, Yale surrounds the sky, and the spring peach blossoms in the garden reflect the sun.
The peach blossoms fall all over the city in spring a year, and the flowing water of the Yaji Lanting is accompanied by the sound of the flute.
Asked softly, the breeze came into a dream, when the river ended, full of Qinhuai.
The face is full of flowers and red, the affection is strong, and the moon is full and the west building turns into water flowing east.
The sunset in the west and the water flow in the east, the night is red, the two swallows are murmuring, and the breeze is drunk in spring.
The peach blossoms are full of trees and the mountains are red, the streams are gurgling to the east, and the whispers are drunk in spring.
Appeal to the heart, accompany me, thousands of miles, all the way home.
The breeze and the moon blend together, the whispering is strong, the room is full of warmth and drunkenness, and the light song and dance are in the east of the small building.
In the festive season of the purple gas Shenzhou in the east, the whisper softly declares that the moon accompanies the king.
The sky is full of stars, the water is from the east, whispering and smiling, and the breeze sends me to the sky.
The whispers are soft, the voice sings together, the breeze and the moon are purple and auspicious, and there are many happy events in the world in spring.
Go to the heavenly court, whispering with the moonlight, full of acacia purple gas around the mountain.
Through Shenzhou, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains whisper good news and relieve sorrow.
The river is red, the east comes to reflect the blue sky, and whispers to send me to the heavenly palace.
The swallow surrounds the beam, the breeze blows the purple air, the thousand mountains are beautiful, and the state is fragrant.
The breeze is blowing and the swallows are flying, the peach blossoms are red like fire, and they go back to the east.
A stream of spring water flows eastward, the peach blossoms of the trees bloom to the north, whispering and whispering two swallows, and the breeze blows the fragrance to the face.
Full of sorrow, go east to the Yangtze River for thousands of miles, murmur and smile, when will the breeze and bright moon rest.
Back then, sleep with me, thousands of miles, I don't know when I will return to the ship.
The moon is thousands of miles, the sound is drunk with thousands of homes, there is nowhere to send, and there is a flower in the east window.
A farewell to the west and east after many years, full of red rivers, the love is inexhaustible, and the breeze falls into a dream in the middle of the night.
A Sichuan Fangcao Chang'an Road turned into a fan, whispering Huang Li Mo smiled, and the breeze and bright moon were always a problem.
The sound of swallows, the breeze blows lightly, the purple air is auspicious, and the peach blossoms of the trees reflect the sun.
A wisp of breeze blows on the face, complaining about feelings, the trees are full of spring, and the purple swallows fly east to cut green moss.
Looking at the east of the sea alone on the high-rise building, the smoke and rain of the river are hazy, the whispering is inexhaustible, and the breeze is not endless.
Even the clouds are full, and the old people of Jiangshui Huaidong should remember me, and they will go upstairs in the month.
Let's see the bright moon shining brightly, there is nowhere to return, how many things have happened through the ages, and the world and the sky are snuggling.
The magpie bridge in the sky, don't ask how many autumns the red dust is, how many things are in the eternal romance, and the most bitter thing is sorrow.
Ancient and modern are the same, smiling proudly everything in the world is empty, there is no ambition, and the world is full of heroes.
The merry and suave world is crazy for me, without great ambitions, and sees the vicissitudes of the world.
There is a lingering fragrance, bees and butterflies are flying in spring, and there is nowhere to find it, and it is fragrant.
Bees and butterflies dance in the flowers, a wisp of fragrance into a dream, the red, thin, green and fat spring has gone, and the stumps and leaves are left to the west wind.
The water is open, the red, yellow, purple and green are scattered with the wind, and the butterflies and bees fly into dreams.
The willow green reflects the slanting sun, the leaves fall and the flowers are full of wounds, only the residual fragrance can not be kept, and the butterflies dance in love with spring.
In the Qingming season, the bees are busy collecting honey, and the Mo Dao flowers are fragrant with red and purple.
Flying flowers are busy, and the spring willow green scenery in the garden is good, so what's the matter.
The remnants are full of mud, the red and green are unbearable, a wisp goes with the wind, and the butterflies and bees fly into the air.
The peach blossoms are red like fire, green like smoke, and the fragrance is still scattered in the wind, and there are no bees and butterflies dancing.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art