Between heaven and earth, life gathers and scatters without words, flies south, and returns to the north with a long wind for thousands of miles.
The green mountains and green trees are in the smoke and rain, the sky goes, and the rivers and lakes are thousands of miles to the west and east.
Flying blue sea, thousands of miles of green mountains pass away leisurely in the east, two distinct.
The firewood is half-hidden to wait for people to return, a wisp of fragrance enters the cuiwei, there are no guests in the depths of Modao Mountain, and they come to the wild path to watch the flowers fly.
The grass is green, the deep forest is lonely, the stone is upstream, and the firewood is half-covered to listen to the sound of rain.
It has its own breeze, why should the wild path be accompanied by the bright moon, Modao Mountain is secluded and has no guests, and it is half-hidden to be opened.
The mountains are hidden and the forests are half hidden waiting for the king to return, and the idle wild paths are deep and the greenery is appreciated.
Cover it for whom, a ray of spring is nowhere to be found, and it is up to the king.
Desolate grass and trees in autumn, the clouds are deep and the moon is like a hook, lonely and no one asks, and the half-covered firewood is sad alone.
The cry is green and shaded, listen to the sound of rain, no flowers fall on the wild path, and there are birds in the deep forest to greet each other.
Why do you need to hide, you don't need to close, Modao Mountain is deep and the flowers are idle.
The wild trail is cool, the forest is deep and the mountain is drunk, and the firewood is half hidden in the sun.
The deeper moon is like a hook, a path up to a tall building, and the tears of nostalgia want to send firewood.
The night is quiet, the moon is half hidden, the wind shakes the bamboo shadow, and the people speak thickly.
Welcome the old guests, the bamboo shadow sends the new cool, the night is quiet and people can't sleep, and they fall asleep.
The stone path goes to the heavenly palace, the road is not passable, and the small courtyard of the quiet stream and clear spring is red.
The ancient wood is deep and the road turns into a fan, the birds cry in the air, do not understand the tourists' intentions, and fly into the firewood to perch freely.
The scenery of the mountains and rivers is hazy, the old man is half-covered with firewood, and there is no one on the wild trail and the birds are singing in the evening.
Cover the greenery, the birds are sparse, no one arrives, and the flowers and butterflies fly.
The green vine is drunk for three minutes around the path, the green grass is deep in the sky, the sound of the stream is pleasant, and the firewood is half-hidden to wait for the bosom friend.
When the catkins fly, the path is unbearable, and the window sits alone on the firewood and groans freely.
Thousands of cups of drinking, waiting for guests, no one on the wild path falls spontaneously, and there are birds wandering in the deep forest.
The bamboo covers the firewood and the grass and trees are shaded, and there is no trace of people on the secluded spring stone, and a path of yellow flowers falls all over the placket.
The path is full of flowers, the clouds are deep and the geese are in a row, and the dark window sits alone on the firewood to cover the sunset.
The shadow of the sun is oblique, and the east wind does not understand the affairs of the world, counting the crows of the twilight.
The moonlight is quiet, half-covered to climb the building alone, and the wind blows the wild path and the birds in the deep forest are soft.
Seeing the old appearance, light singing and dancing, bitter wine, lovesick tears, and the night is thick.
Listening to the rain through the window, the dream of three more can't be realized, the autumn sound urges the leaves to fall, and the partridge is in love.
In April, the partridges cried and broke their bowels, the cuckoos burst into tears, the three watches woke up from a dream, and the cold rain knocked on the window at night.
The autumn wind blows the rain, the partridges are chirping, the lights are shining, and the dream of the west window cannot be realized overnight.
Thousands of flowers, thousands of tears, urging people to grow old, only partridges cry and break their intestines.
The partridge cries and breaks the intestines, the moon is like frost, people are sleepless, and a wisp of breeze penetrates the small window.
Where to find the sound of cicadas in autumn, crying non-stop, difficult to dream, push the window and see the sky full of stars.
In the middle of the night, when the moon is watched until dawn, the partridge cries off lovesick tears, and a piece of infatuation turns into a sound.
Listening to the wind and rain all night, dreaming of the three more memories of the hometown, the rooster crow is getting farther away, and the partridge is long for the fourth partridge.
The partridge cries at the willow silk hanging, the spring has returned, the dream of the three people is not sleepy, and the apricot blossoms fly again when the window is pushed.
There is a sound of rain hitting bananas at night, and the partridges are singing for the four of you, and the lights of the three watches are in the lonely place.
Wuyang City, leaning on the window alone, the partridge can't stop crying, and the dream falls silently.
A song of partridges between the world and the world, tears flowed, and the three watches woke up from a dream, leaning on the window to look at the full moon.
Thousands of mountains are quiet, partridges cry non-stop in the middle of the night, the moon falls and people do not sleep, and the sky is full of stars.
The moon is bright, leaning on the window alone to listen to the light rain, can't stop crying, and the branches are still singing the sound of breaking intestines.
The night rain knocked on the window and sat up to the third watch, and the sound of the car sounded, knowing that it was the first song of the partridge.
Partridges chirp, sleepless in the middle of the night, it is more difficult to fall asleep, and the sky is full of stars.
The rain hits the banana in the middle of the night, and the partridge chirps for the four of you, and the lights of the third watch are in the middle of the night, and a lonely window is lonely.
The three were quieter, and the partridges in the Yuezhaoxuan window couldn't stop crying, and a few voices crossed Yangzhou.
Cutting candles wandering alone, night rain three more into a dream, the ears are still choked, and the four partridges mourn.
For Jun Sifu silently moisten the willow branches, and in the middle of the night, the moon is sent to send acacia.
Why do you need to ask, for there are three partridges and people are not sleepy, a curtain of spring.
Ni Shang wants to break his bowels, where is the word desolate, the red and disturbances are all thrown away, and there are only two lines of lovesickness and tears.
Pipa tears two lines, who are busy with, leaving people to understand lovesickness, and vaguely breaking the intestines in dreams.
Autumn light is the most amorous, and chrysanthemums everywhere are extraordinarily delicate