Flying with wings, double flying purple swallows are busy building nests, infinite love, and willow love are drunk with the sunset.
Mo Lianhua plays in the water in front of the two sides, the end of the world, and the branches and Timei.
Between the blue waves, the butterfly love flower fragrance remains unchanged and lingers forever.
The swallows fly on one side, the two feelings are long, the spring breeze does not love flowers and thousands of trees, and only envy the mandarin ducks and do not envy the phoenix.
Walking together, the double flight is infinite and the water is infinite, and Liang Zhu loves flowers and loves eternity.
Butterflies dance, cross-necked mandarin ducks play in the water, flying outside the world with wings, and even love is boundless.
Mandarin ducks play in the water and dance with the fragrance of flowers, and Liang Zhu flies and connects with Tilian.
Butterflies fly in pairs, and the full moon night is better than the wings and flowers, and they don't chase after them.
At the beginning of the branches, what does it mean to fly more than wings, the water is infinite, and Liang Zhu loves flowers and hates more than that.
Mandarin duck play, people under the moon, Liang Zhu flies like a winged bird, and Lian Li and Ti a hundred years of spring.
Dancing and dancing, connecting and leading, Mo Lianhua is lingering in front of the wings.
Butterflies and branches, double flying and playing in the water are still the same, only when the flowers bloom and are tied.
Yujie loves flower fairies, mandarin ducks do not admire the sky, and they fly with wings and tie a hundred years ago.
The jade mandarin duck butterfly dances, and the winged branches and tillian.
Dancing and dancing, lotus blossoming and leading, the fairy in the flower is beautiful, and it is lingering.
The branches bear fruits, build new nests, and the mandarin ducks play in the water and love flowers more delicately.
The fate is gone with the wind and flowers, the old alliance, the years urge people to get old, and the dream of empty sighs and red dust cannot be realized.
There are two lines of lovesickness and tears, and the ruthless years break people's intestines, so why not continue in the next life.
Another year, memories are like smoke, reunion day, tonight's dream.
Don't ask where to meet in the next life, there is a fate to find a trace, spring flowers and autumn moon are empty and hateful, and dreams are strong when the love is deep.
The meeting in the dream continues the old chapter, and the ruthless years are another year.
It's all empty, it's heart, don't ask where to go in the next life, just because you're in this mountain forest.
There are no regrets in this life, and the dream is broken and the next life is reunited, and there is a fate to meet again.
In the past world alliance, now there is a fate to meet you, and Mo sighs that Shaohua is the most beautiful is true love.
Everywhere they meet, there is no regret in the next life, and the love is as thin as paper, and it is given into a poem.
Everything is empty, hating the sea and the east, if there is a front in the next life, in a dream.
The affection is long, and if there is a reunion day in the bright moon, the night fate is busy.
In the next life, we will reunite with the old time, and Shaohua will pass away, and the two will be in love.
Why does the wind and rain always invade each other, Xu is not to be found in the next life, when the love is deep, the hatred is shallow, and the dream is in the empty place to know the sinking.
The dream is always empty, the hatred is different when the love is deep, where to go in the next life, only because the heart is in the moonlight.
Urging people to get old, in the blink of an eye, the reunion day, only because of being in the dream soul.
Be a red dust guest, ask for a relationship, empty and lonely, and love will turn into clouds.
The heart is settled in Zen theory, the butterfly flies, the party hates the night, and the lovesickness is empty and tears are stained.
Lovesickness has hatred and ruthlessness to hurt himself, and when he is reunited in the next life, why don't he see the old time.
The cold and warm do not invade each other, the years are empty, and the next life is reunited, and there is a fate to share a thousand miles of friends.
I didn't have the chance to meet in the dream soul, and then I met again, and I hated it late in the depths of my love, but the bridge was empty.
There is no lovesickness in the air, and the tears begin to dry in the depths of love, and the next life will continue the wish of the previous life, and live up to the red dust.
Ten thousand kinds of love, if there is a reunion day in the heart of the empty general, the fate is not resolved.
Don't ask what you want in the next life, a total of white heads, everything in the world is empty like a dream, and a wisp of love is soft around your fingers.
Where do the white clouds go, but also invite the bright moon to come at this time, the wind blows people awake, and the mountain looks at the nine walls.
The night is not young, the wind sends the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, when the sky shines, the white clouds are far away.
Thousands of miles of heavenly wind sit alone to watch the waves, when it falls, only to see the white clouds chasing the waves.
It's all a dream, and the white clouds and dogs sit alone to think about the past and send the evening bell.
A white cloud is left to stay, half a round of bright moon shines on the tall building, the wind blows haggard, sitting alone in front of the window to reminisce about the old tour.
Xiaoxuan window, a gust of wind does not know that people are lonely, and the clear light still shines on Baiyun Township.
The wind is clear, sitting alone in front of the window and listening to the sound of autumn, where the heart returns with the bright moon, the white clouds pass several layers.
When is there a green mountain in the depths of the bright moon, sitting alone in front of the window and sending away the sails.
When will the dog rest, and the bright moon should blow people haggard, reminiscing about the old days.
Sitting alone looking at the river tide, the mighty sky is swept by the blue waves, I don't know where to go, and the white clouds are still hanging on the mountainside.
The wind blows the waves, the fishing chariot, a bright moon rises out of the water, and the white clouds return to my home.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art