A wisp of breeze sends the sunset, and the half round of moonlight illuminates the world
The second open, the two wandered, dancing with the wind, suspected to be an amorous fairy.
When the wind arrives in the old garden, it is willows like smoke, flowing water, and it is another year of peach blooming.
The most amorous willow is oblique, chaotic like hemp, blooming thousands of trees, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are falling flowers.
When the flowers fall, the autumn begins, the flying flocculation is full of nowhere to be found, and the affectionate only the water flows eastward.
The red and bright bloom to the sun, who cut the flowers all over the ground, I don't know where to go, and the affection should be the old man.
Jun Fang planted willows to see the flying flotsam, regretted parting, after the falling flowers and spring went, the begonias bloomed and returned.
Since ancient times, the amorous total fee guessed, who is flying all over the sky, the fragrance of the plum blossoms is still there, and the spring is back again.
With the passing, the clouds open and the fog disperses, the willows fly in chaos, and the bananas are sad.
The plum blossoms are two times and spring, not stained with dust, flying flakes drift away with the wind, and there are a few people who are amorous since ancient times.
Dancing with the wind in the blue sky, the most amorous is a small pink, and the falling flowers are intentionally chasing the water, and the first few bushes.
Ten thousand miles, looking for a trace, for whom, a fishing song to accompany me.
Looking for traces everywhere, in the middle of nowhere, after the people go, the fishing song is still full of red rivers.
I know my intentions by the West Lake, send you off, infinite green, where to find the old love.
Where is the return journey of a fishing song, there is no way to find the ends of the world, and the water and mountains are high.
The turbid wine flows east, where the end of the world is looking for the old traces, I don't know if I am a guest, and the fishing song is full of red at night.
Where is the red dust looking for the soul, I don't see you, the breeze knows my intentions, and the fishing song is sent to the Yiren.
I don't know where there is a beautiful woman, a fishing song is sung to this day, the river passes away leisurely, and the ends of the earth are looking for the soul.
Shocking, where is the peach source of the swallow dancing warbler, and the water and clouds are deep.
The mountains and rivers are far away from wandering, and the interest is long, not to know the difficulties of getting together, and the fishing song is a song to send lovers.
In the dream, the mountains and rivers are far away and difficult to cross, I don't know where the return date is, and the fishing song is twilight in the south of the Yangtze River.
It is the way back, a fishing song sings the evening boat, the east is gone, and there is no regret in life to find the marquis.
Where is the sheng flute in a fishing song, Penglai goes, and the people on the water are Xiao Qiao.
Hidden fairy trail, want to find a peach source after not knowing the person to go, late wind.
Where to find acacia at the end of the world, the water is far away and the mountains are always stupid, I don't know where I am in my dreams, and the fishing song is a love poem.
Knowing my mind, the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting wish the moon from afar, and the sound and smile will never stop.
The more the tune is difficult to find, the moon is falling and the night is deep, the piano and the sound are getting farther away, and the water is looking for the soul.
The moon is full and the west building is blowing to send autumn sounds, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are sung in the mountains of ancient and modern.
Thinking of tears full of piano, the smile of the mountain stream is still there, and the night is deep.
Alpine boya song, the heart of the piano sword and the courage of the strings, the moon knows people's intentions, and the ancient tune and modern sound sing Daqian.
The pipa strings are voiced, the jacket is placket, the heart of the piano is incomprehensible, and the flowing water is found in the dream.
The night is deep, listening to the old music, and looking for people with a song of piano.
Yangguan three-fold qin, the mountains and flowing water are elegant, and the moon and stars shine on the ancient and modern.
Flowing water confidant encounter, calligraphy and painting accompany you, raise a glass to invite the moon and smile is always about love.
Qingyin is a song of the West Building, and the flowers are blooming, and the piano and the sound of the water are waiting for you to come.
The night is deep, the trees move and the birds are silent, the calligraphy, painting and poetry are endowed, playing the ancient and modern.
Xiao Se plays the piano indiscriminately, where to find it, a song of clear sound invites the moon to get drunk and the flowers are yin.
Who is playing for the mountains and flowing water, the heart is at ease, the willow people are sleepless, and the clear sound is a song of the night.
A song Linjiang sends good sound, the breeze and the moon are drunk with poetry, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are sung in the mountains of ancient and modern.
The night is deep, the birds are silent, where is the present, the mountains are looking for the ancients.
Back then, a phoenix piano, flowing water and high mountains sang to this day, where to find the sound of nature, the breeze and the moon are confidant.
Flowing water, high mountain sword gall, raise a glass to the moon Qingyin drunk dreamland.
Listening to the sound of rain, dreams are hard to find, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry, flowing water and mountains sing ancient and modern.
The bright ice heart is comparable to the moon, the Qingyin Yayun calligraphy and painting are all friends, and the flowing water and mountains are infatuated.
Listening to the rain qin, the mountains and rivers are looking for a confidant, and the sound and smile are the people under the moon back then.
Singing freely, the heart of the piano, the sword, the guts, the snow and the moon all rhyme, and the sound of nature.
Flying south, the west window is not at night, and a song of piano is flowing from the heart.
Accompanied by a beautiful woman, where to send the heart of the piano with broken strings, and who to play the water for.
The melodious music of the piano is vaguely flowing water, and a wisp goes with the wind, and people do not return.
The most amorous is the willow like smoke, the flying floc comes to the front with the wind, a tree is pink, and the falling flowers and flowing water are lingering.
The rain in the season is like silk, and it opens to the first few branches, and the sky is full of people who do not see, and only the cuckoo knows how to be affectionate.
A wisp of breeze sends the sunset, and the half round of moonlight illuminates the world