There are sad dreams in the falling flowers, and the flowing water should be uninterrupted and perched on the wings, and the white-headed old will grow old until dawn.
The snow is full of head, when will it be off, I suddenly heard a whimper outside the window, and Sijun tears flowed in my dream.
The amphibious spirit is high, the laughter in the alleys of the village is spread for thousands of miles, and the dream is the hometown.
The dead trees are thin, the flying flowers have dreams and the garden is empty, and the head of the building looks at the broken amphibious than the wings.
To Wuling, where do the peach blossoms and flowing water swallows go, look at the moon.
According to the lotus pond, the shadow of the amphibious willow is long, and the night is fragrant in the dream in the sound of frog drums.
Wearing the shadow of flowers, the independent building is silent and sleepless, and there is always a relationship.
Iron dry branches and snow dreams for thousands of years, fishing alone in the cold winter month, white crane fairy.
In the dream, the flowers bloom a few degrees of autumn, and the silent years are difficult to find where the amphibious swallows are now, and a wisp of acacia is white.
The rain is silent, and the dream is vague to the fifth watch, thinking about the past, and reminiscing about the former alliance under the amphibious tree.
Before the flowers, the autumn dream was in vain, compared to the wings, and the wine talk was desolate at the head of the building.
Flying clouds at night, the amphibious on the beam is silent, and it surrounds a thousand mountains.
The swallows are amphibious and the waterfront, the old trees at the head of the village are in spring, and a few dogs bark to welcome the newcomers, and the dream is vaguely the old man.
The dragon and grandson leap, the green feather wind turns over and does not know where to go, and the birds return to the nest at sunset.
The scenery of flowers is different, the mandarin ducks play in the water, the plane tree perches on the colorful phoenix, and the picture is drawn in front of the peak.
Jin Se cried for no reason to break the five watches, and the phoenix flute was blown into a lonely chapter.
In the spring of the jade building, the dragon drove back to the world without knowing the change of the world, and went to Yanjin.
I don't know the dragon's will, the wild crane knows the nest and the phoenix's heart, the mandarin duck plays in the water, and the birds in the depths of the white clouds throw themselves into the forest.
The world is far away, the water and clouds are long, the phoenix flute blows through the acacia song, and the dragon flute sings into a lonely chapter.
According to the West Chamber, the pillars are painted, people are sleepless, and the lovesickness is heartfelt in the dream.
Perched thousands of miles away, fishing a river, urging people to grow old, there are dreams of chasing the water.
Wan Lai is silent, his heart is quiet, it is difficult to be peaceful, the end of the world, when the amphibious moon is bright.
The spring breeze is a dream of tears, there are no birds on the amphibious branches, and the mountain is still dancing in the sun.
The frost bully does not sink, why should the amphibious ask the antecedents, moisturizing things quietly comes, and the old people are vaguely called in the dream.
The swallow amphibious willow leaves are yellow, changing into new clothes, a few dogs barking to welcome the guests, and it is vaguely the hometown in the dream.
The silent cold moon shines on the west building, the dream is lovesick for several autumns, the willow trees at the head of the village last night, and the amphibious swallows are also romantic.
Before falling the window, the drizzle silently amphibious into a butterfly dance, the music is pitiful.
The moon at the head of the hundred-foot building is like a hook, when will it be off, the people in the cold sound are haggard, and the dream is the old tour.
The amphibious catkins are light, the head of the building sits alone until dawn, the silent drizzle urges the flowers to fall, and the east wind sends dreams away.
To Xie Bridge, a forest top, the phoenix flute blows through and listens to the remnants of the willow catkins.
The phoenix flute blows the snow, and the dragon sword is willing to be a caged bird, and he does not envy the mandarin ducks and only loves flowers.
Cui Gai welcomes the sunrise, the red flag reflects the sunset, and the mandarin couples sing the New Year in pairs.
Where to find the Mandarin League when he was young, Feng Xiao blew through the sound of tears.
The night is deep, the branches can't bear to smell, the sycamore flowers are all over the ground, and the water is without a trace.
The building is empty and no one is seen, and the dragon and tiger have gone through spring several times, thousands, and the mandarin class has turned into dust one day.
The dragon and tiger stand proudly in the sky, the momentum is majestic, the rivers and mountains are playing in the water, and the birds in the prosperous world are flying in the sky.
Birds fly, fish leap rice and flowers, mandarin ducks play lotus pond blue water is long, phoenix falls on the sycamore, and the waves of the sea are wild.
The waning moon, the night is not young, the flowers are all over the ground, and the sea is on one side.
The bamboo path returns to the phoenix guest early, the grass hall sees the Wolong people late, the bird's cry breaks the dream in the clouds, and the mandarin shadow shocks the spring in the mirror.
Chopping waves through the clouds to lead the phoenix, splendid rivers and mountains and the world's birds rise to the sun.
Passing the valley mouth, in the heart of the wave, the phoenix flute blows off and no one listens, and there is a dragon sun pounding the anvil at night.
Who will paint the mandarin dream, I will fill the ground with spring sycamores, and the dragon will be blue and the waves are thousands of layers.
In the prosperous era, the golden dragon presents Rui Zhaofeng year, and the dream of the green mandarin duck comes true in the fragrance of flowers and birds.
It rains in the sky, and the phoenix pipe blows lightly and doesn't know where to go, falling into the flowers.
Crying spring birds, playing in the water in the incense, the phoenix goes to the empty building and the tiger still exists.
Lonely pillow dreams, the sound of the breeze and the shadow of the birds cut off the people, and the waning moon is full of buildings.
The deep pool of phoenix trees flows artesianly, and the sound of returning to the forest is gradually distant, and it is difficult to rest.
The scenery of the tiger standing on the dragon plate is different, the rare horns show the grand plan, the mandarin ducks play in the water is infinite, and the birds are not lonely.
The reflection of the blue waves, the egrets and red fish swim in the waves, where do people go, and the mandarin ducks play on the beach.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art