I can't bear to return, I am drunk and dreaming vaguely among the flowers, no one cares, and I sit alone in front of the steps and count the sunset.
Drunk and lying in the flowers, he was free under the moon, had no confidant, and made a jade flute in the court.
I don't know the year, several autumn winds wander to think about the past, reminiscing about Huayan.
Life is like a dream before the drunken bottle, sitting alone in the empty courtyard to recall the old years, where to go under the moon, and asking Chanjuan about the wine among the flowers.
Playing the strings, drunk and lying in the empty courtyard between the flowers, people are sleepless, and a wisp of lovesickness is sent to the king.
A cup of wine among the flowers, wake up the shadow under the moon is hazy, the catkins in front of the door dance with the wind, and the peach branches are red.
The courtyard is deep and secluded, and the stream crosses the stone bridge, and the flowers make jade Xiao under the breeze and moon.
The front catkins are floating, the empty court is lonely and the moon is under the ** tube, and the jade Xiao is made.
The poetry is not endless, the flowers are drunk with the spring breeze, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the number of red people sitting alone in front of the steps is red.
Fortunately, there is a bosom friend reward, Ya Shilian, Mo Dao's previous life has ended, and he will meet Tingxuan in his dream tonight.
The scenery is always new, always spring, and the favorite Huanxi willow is drunk with tourists.
The moon is half bent, the swallows on the sand bank of Huanxi fly away, and the mandarin ducks play in the shallows on the water.
There are bosom friends in the sand, silent tears, spring and autumn are far away and dreams are hard to find.
The scenery of the mountains is green all year round, and the butterflies and bees fly and the women laugh frequently.
The road turns deep, the willows are full of spring, the fish and shrimp play in the sand, and the birds and birds are singing.
No one knows it, the grass is green, and spring goes to autumn like water and returns.
Huanxi Shatou song, three glasses of wine, Mo Dao has no color, and Yunshui Zen heart flies freely.
Spring goes to autumn and comes again, the passing year is like water and unbearable to chase, and the wind and snow and the moon are all toasted.
A crane flies, the willow is vague, where are the people, and the clothes are full of silent incense.
A tree of pomegranate flowers shines on the new eyes, the wind and dust are washed in the sand of Huanxi, there is no color in the spring, and the water is blue and the mountains are always true.
The shadow of the twilight drum and morning bell is still long, and the sound and smile are not traced, and there are two lines of tears.
Wannian pine, alone bell, Mo Dao is nowhere to be found, and the red plum blossoms are delicate.
The mountains and lakes are a mirror, the ancient temple in the depths of the white clouds is far away, and the wind sends cool and pine trees.
Looking for the trace, the old face is vaguely seen in the dream, and the bell rings outside the temple in the middle of the night.
Ring the sparse bell, where to find the sound in front of the ancient temple, there is no trace.
Not the end of the world, the mountain is long and the road is more credit, and the flowers and birds are crying in the sky to shine on the Huanxi sand.
With the river, the lonely He Zeng Huanxi knows my intentions, and the next two ecstasy.
The flowers are striking people, there are bosom friends in the sand, Mo Dao has no color, and he is at ease.
Where to swim in Xizi Huanxi, when will the wind and snow be closed, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are often there, and the water of a flat boat is artesian.
The smoke and rain building in the south of the Yangtze River, the peach red willow and green water flow for a long time, who is the daughter under the moon, and the sand head of Huanxi is a little sad.
Smell the sparse bell, give birth to the autumn sky, can not be shaped, and there are wild cranes from time to time without a trace.
The mountain is not old pine, the rain is accompanied by the dragon bell, there is no trace, and the sun and moon shuttle have a melancholy appearance.
A lone and proud frost, competing for beauty, Zhong Xueluo, fragrant and elegant with cold pine.
The forest is deep and the grass is dense, the sky is low, the trees are hidden, the ancient temple is sparse and the bell is spread far and near, and the breeze and the moon are accompanied by the mountain pine.
The ancient temple rings a bell, the cliff is a hundred feet pine, the lake allows me to get drunk, and I don't know where to find the fairy trace.
I love bamboo and pine, smell the sparse clock, everything is uncertain, but see the mountains are evergreen.
It is difficult to hide the haggard face with no hands, the lovesickness is gone, the bell rings in the middle of the night, and the tears begin to loosen in front of the moonlit window.
Looking for the old traces, I woke up and didn't see the bell outside the temple, and my heart was loose.
The ancient temple is deep in the mountains to listen to the twilight bell, accompanied by the sound of pine, the Zen heart is a piece of heaven and earth, why bother to find the old traces of the red dust.
The maple forest is full of pines, a few bells outside the Hanshan Temple, the clouds are deep and there is no trace, and the autumn wind sweeps away.
The moon shines on the water, there is no trace of everything in the world, and when it comes to the passenger ship, the pine wind is full of mountain ghosts.
All the way to the spring breeze and green water for a new look, Shenzhou land, proud snow and frost ageless pine.
If you don't have a dragon clock, thousands of rocks have the affection to let me get drunk, and let you follow.
A pine outside the Hanshan Temple, the ancient temple in the morning bell and twilight drum, want to ask where to find the Zen trace, the breeze and the moon shine on the decay.
Moving autumn appearance, the clouds are light and the sky is high, the Zen bell is shocking, and a bright moon shines on the mountain pine.
People are still and the birds are gone, sitting alone in front of the window thinking about the old look, the bell rings three more and wakes up from a dream, and the bright moon shines on the mountain pine.
The ancient temple is deep in the mountains and the bright moon is accompanied by the sound of pine, and there are several traces of red dust in the meditation room.
There are traces of suspicion, where is the shadow of the Zen bell and the bird, and the water is clear.
The green mountains reflect the beautiful face, the white clouds are deep to find the fairy traces, the ancient temple spreads outside the sky, and the crane dances and the pine wind enters the painting.
Looking for the old traces in the deep mountains, the true face is now, the thousand-year-old bell chime spreads outside the sky, and the pine wind enters the ears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art