The sky is open, let the king judge, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful into the painting.
The red glow falls on the distant mountains, the white birds fly to the sky at sunset, and the green poplars and green inlets on both sides of the strait.
The green and deep ground is long, the white birds are flying in the clouds, and the red and yellow rice is fragrant at sunset.
The yellow oriole and the white bird green mountains enter the eyes, and the sunset is dyed half red.
Infinitely good, thousands of feet reflect the red mountains, the spring night in the tent is short, and the affection is strong.
The residual red is with the passing water, the evening breeze is cool, and the white birds on the branches are the hometown.
The mountains are green and the water is connected to the sky, there are no clouds and smoke, the fishing boat is late in the west, and there is no money for the full load of red scales.
A line of white birds flew south, the green poplars on both sides of the strait reflected the sun, and the sunset of Modao was red and did not want to return.
Outside the mountain, each competes for beauty, whose daughter, which fairy in the forest.
The frost-dyed maple forest is red, the sunset is in the west, the water flows east, where the white birds on the branches return, and the green smoke outside the mountain falls into a dream.
Qingbi Danya flew away and didn't know how to return, and the sunset was still in the red river.
Breaking through the sky, entering the eyes of the blue, the Mo Dao sunset is infinitely good, and the afterglow is still full of stars.
The lonely sunset leaves the evening sunshine, the vast twilight water shows the scenery, and the white birds fly into the painting.
The two are suitable, it is when the sunset is obliquely shining, and the white bird is dancing in the water.
On the shore of the green reed, the white bird flies and the sunset is infinitely good, and the eyebrows are in line.
Under the blue stream, the height of the trees is entwined, and the sunset goes west to the residual red into the eyes.
Between the water and clouds, the maple leaves are red in time and space, and the birds pass through the front river.
The mountain flowers are splendid and the sunset reflects the blue sky, leisurely singing green willows, singing yellow warblers.
Qingliu dances with the wind unintentionally, the white bird intends to fly with the clouds, the sunset people return, and a touch of red glow reflects the cuiwei.
The yellow orioles sing the green willows, the green lotus and the blue water reflect the blue sky, the smoke rises in the west, and the sun sets in a red glow.
The flowing water goes, the waves come, and the wind disperses, and the white birds fly into the dream.
The flowers are not as red, according to the east of the small bridge, the double flies, and the green poplar is empty alone.
The Yangtze River is green, two or three sounds, the fishing boat is late, and the afterglow of the sunset is different red.
At dusk, the white birds are wet and green, a sunset is infinitely good, and the red shadows of the boat are about to return.
The sunset reflects the water, the mountain is full of maple leaves and half a river red, who is in the tent, and the white bird flies into the picture screen.
Stay until the Ming Dynasty is full of wine, the shadow is sparse, the three dreams wake up and smell the chicken singing, and the poems in the middle of the night become pairs of moon books.
The lamp and shadow shake a pot of red wine, where to find the way back in the Ming Dynasty, the west wind blows the flowers in the middle of the night, and the cold moon shines on the lonely dream.
Three more drums, iron horses neighed, the Ming Dynasty spring color is good, and the green reflects the flowers.
The Ming Dynasty is another year, like the old face, waking up from a dream and not sleeping, lovesick in the middle of the night tears.
Wine green New Year, festive Ming Dynasty another round, the bell wakes up in the middle of the night, and the moonlight shines back to people.
Stay alone, spend the first half of the night for whom, reunite on the day, and put the wine in the wind and the lamp.
The thatched eaves are crying in the middle of the night, the spring is good, and the lights fall in the west of the small building.
The words were desolate, and the lights were bright, and the three sat up in shock, and the flowers were fragrant.
The remnant lights and shadows shine on the dreams of thousands of families, the frost of the Ming Dynasty of the old country, the autumn wind blows the leaves in the middle of the night, and the cold rain hits the cold window.
Hearing the thunder, the Ming Dynasty was sunny in front of the window in the middle of the night, and the lights were red and drunk a few times.
Sleepless empty to wine, three more dreams alone upstairs, the Ming Dynasty is the day of flowers, vaguely like the old tour.
Wait until the Ming Dynasty wine green smiles, and the three watches wake up in front of the window to see the full moon.
The front guarded alone, and the Ming Dynasty urged people to grow old in the middle of the night, causing customers to worry.
After the moonlight people returned, when they woke up in the middle of the night, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty were gone, and who knew the lonely shadow of the residual lights.
The sleepless rain is slight, people have not returned, and the Ming Dynasty is the day of flowers, sitting alone in front of the lamp to watch the sunset.
Where to go, it is appropriate, the three watches wake up from the dream of the chicken and the dog does not cry.
The wine green man was haggard, and he stayed until the Ming Dynasty was sleepless and empty to the moon, and the three more dreams were in vain.
The sky is clear when I wake up from the dream, I listen to the sound of rain in front of the window, and Mo Daoming Dynasty wine and green accompany you.
In the middle of the night, the wind and rain woke up with tears and wipes, and if there was a west window in the Ming Dynasty, the shadow was deep.
Looking for the traces, in the vague old dream, the three watchmen are sleepless, and it is difficult to be poor.
I don't see the shadow of my childhood, where to find it, and I have no sleep in the middle of the night to find a soulmate.
The three watches dream of waking up to the moon like frost, through the bones and cold, where to go in the Ming Dynasty, the vicissitudes of the lights, wine and green.
The cold wind enters the window lattice in the middle of the night, wakes up from the dream of the third watch, and the moon is clear, and the Mo Dao Dynasty is still full of stars.
At the end of the year, the old days are the same, people are sleepless, and the moon is hazy in the middle of the night.
In a dream, the east wind is not the same as the old time, the lovesickness flows day and night, and the spring goes to autumn and is always empty.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art