Where to send the good sentence into a wisp, I want to make the poetry of my heart my hometown.
A fishing rod, pay the clouds, send gulls and herons to laugh at each other, and the good sentences must be read carefully.
If you want to leave the fame behind, you can also send poetry and wine to the clouds, and the good sentences will not count the years.
Sending lovesickness, it is too late to turn a good sentence into hatred, only a poetic confidant has no words.
Go up to the tall building, send the acacia to ride the wind back to your hometown, and stay for you.
There are few lines, the lovesick tears have dried, and the good sentences of the end of the world are sent to report peace.
Fu Yaochi, a piece of infatuation and lovesickness thousands of miles away, comforting the gentleman.
Thousands of miles of rivers and lakes are safe, and they dare not speak loudly and laugh.
What is the meaning of chanting into a good sentence, sending a paper book of acacia from afar, wanting to pass on the ruler by the spring breeze, and the poetic heart is blurred.
It is always sad to be endowed, and the tears are full of tears, and the lovesickness is thousands of miles away, and there are many good sentences in the dream.
Fu Yunyan, in a dream, on a bright moonlit night, there are many good sentences for the king.
The boat is sent to the sea, the sentence falls to whom, the truth is there, and I want to taste tea with my bosom friend.
The good sentences are endless, send the river, support the bright moon, and fill the boat with poems.
Poetry friends meet and pay Feihong, this love can be sent outside the clouds, and the good sentences are more flavorful.
Riding the wind on the wide cold, the poetry heart is a total of Chanjuan, who sends it for thousands of miles, and the good sentences are dried into tears.
There are many things that I can't send, full of tears, dreaming of thousands of poems, and I want to know where to find the soul.
The good sentence is new into a splendid pile, the spring breeze sends me a plum, I want to entrust my heart to the bright moon, and put the poem into the jade cup.
Books are difficult to send, birds fall and flowers fly away, where is the deceased, and they greet each other with a smile.
The birds do not know the frost and leaves, the water is fragrant, the Tian family likes the autumn light the most, and there are old people who come to enjoy the coolness.
What does it mean to see each other, in order to ask if the Tian family has wine, I don't know if the fish are in the drunk, and I still remember the birds.
It is quiet and quiet, I don't see the old people's hearts in autumn, the fish play the moon, and the forest wind and birds go upstairs.
The fish chirps from the lonely tree, where to go, the small courtyard of the Tian family is ploughing in spring.
The flowers are empty, and the plumbing fish come to Tian's house, and the words are spring ploughing.
The deceased has gone to a thousand mountains away, where the field family can plant melons, the fish book wants to send no way, and the tears in the sound of birds are like numbness.
There is a field Weng, I don't see the old people gurgling fish playing in the waves, and the mountains and forests are lush and the birds are singing in the sky.
Longmen water artesian, birds fly to the sky and the moon is like a hook, so people see each other without much language, Tian's old fishing boat.
The sound of birds breaks through the shadow of the willows in the clear waves, and the most important thing is that the Tian family meets to see the peach blossoms.
As a farewell to another country, today the fields do not come and the flowers fall, complaining about the wind and dust.
There is wine to say, so the people invited me to accompany me, the crab is beautiful at noon, and the birds and flowers fall into the empty mountain.
On the island, watching the morning sun, singing the evening sunshine, the old people of Mo Dao have nowhere to look, and the little sister of the Tian family greets each other with a smile.
Recruit birds to get drunk, provoke fish to be happy, and the Tian family is the most old man talking and laughing.
Where to find the old people, the shallow bottom of the Tianjia courtyard frightened the swallows, and the birds fell on the branches to call Zigui.
The swallows of the Tian family fly, and the words of each other are vague, and the cold birds in the south of the Yangtze River do not return.
The shallow bottom of the fish is dancing with butterflies, and it is the most abundant year of the old man's small courtyard.
Who is the Lord, what is the blind date, there is wine to get drunk together, ask the deceased.
After farewell, it is spring, the willow color is new, and the fish play is clear and the bamboo is drunk with red dust.
In March, Tian's family has a good autumn, on the high-rise building, the shallow bottom of the thousand waves, and the birds sweep the sky for thousands of miles.
The fish eyes are confused with who is literate, and the bird's voice should call itself by name, so if people ask Tian Jiale to be peaceful.
It's hard to see, Le Weiyang, where to go, it refers to the fragrance of rice flowers.
The rain passed through Tianjia and the village was full of water, and the old people sent out of the chaimen, and the autumn wind rose on the Diaoyu Island, and the sand birds flew without a trace.
The fish swims in the shallow bottom and the high branches of the flowers are Tufen, and the old girl is thinking about the king.
Reflecting the slanting sun, the autumn is cool, the west wind withers the green trees overnight, and the yellow flowers are still smiling and frosty.
A line of geese crosses Hengyang, red leaves inscribe poems and yellow flowers welcome distant guests, and the west wind is cool and cool.
In another autumn, the yellow flowers are full of sorrow, and the red leaves are all over the mountain.
Another autumn, the west wind unintentionally red leaves with the flowing water, let it stay.
In another autumn, the geese are worried, and the west wind is full of worries.
The sound is getting farther away, the mountains are full of red leaves, and the wind is crying cuckoos.
Last night, the west wind fell and the rain was dashing, and the red leaves flowed with the water, thousands of miles away.
The yellow flowers are lonely in autumn, the west wind is depressed, the red leaves in the mountains follow the flowing water, and a wild goose flies south thousands of miles away.
The inscription poem is lonely, and the wild goose in the sky is floating one by one, not dissociating from people's minds, and sending yellow flowers across the small bridge.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art