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Ageless pine, more love clock, no trace, the four seasons reincarnate show smiles.
The water reflects the delicate face, the mountain looks for the old traces, the ancient temple, and the Sanskrit sound lingers into the cloud pine.
Looking for the old traces in my dream last night, the young man, the bell was far away, and I didn't see the pine at that time.
The ancient temple is deep in the mountains and the bright moon is accompanied by the sound of pine, and the meditation room sits quietly in Guanyinrong, regardless of how many traces of the red dust there are.
Baicui thousands of mountains show, the ancient bell of the temple is quiet and a hundred birds are singing, there is no place to find people, and the light of the Buddha shines to see the true face.
In the dream, I vaguely see the old face, looking for the trace, the bell is far away, and a plum tree is accompanied by an old pine.
Listening to the dawn bell in the middle of the night, the pine wind and bamboo shadow and the moon are hazy, the sound and smile are vague, and the past is like smoke looking for old traces.
The old pine, the green mountains and green waters, the ancient temples are nowhere to be seen, and the river has waves.
The Ming Dynasty is another autumn, come to get oil, I have fallen into the end of the world, where to find the marquis.
is not allowed to hide, how can Klook break willow branches, the most important is the owner's affection, and the flowers are returned.
has no confidant, and likes to have a hometown, where to go, the return road of the Ming Dynasty is full of sunset.
The host smiled and didn't need to be helped, what a foot said, there was no real happiness in the guest.
What's the matter, today's master is melancholy and broken.
In the middle of the heart of the leisure, the guests have nothing to do without a smile, the host has wine to invite friends to drink, stay in the Ming Dynasty to see the peony.
Song three stacks, where to go without a homeowner on this day, the Ming Dynasty is apricot blossom spring.
The love is extended, and it will be a different day in the Ming Dynasty, and it will be a different place in a foreign country, and its hometown is home.
Mo Daoming was the most affectionate, and the east wind woke up Bingxin to send this body.
Whisk the remnant figure, where the drizzle obliquely goes, the flowers fall deeply.
Since he is a multi-talented, he will go out without waiting for the Ming Dynasty, the heart of the rivers and lakes is not dead, and the guests come to talk and laugh and drink warmly.
Where to go in the Ming Dynasty, go up to a high-rise building, come to Mo Dao without a confidant, and be in the rivers and lakes without tying a boat.
Looking for a secluded place, meeting old acquaintances, the most important thing is that the owner gives new poems to wine.
There is no need to sell wine, the Ming Dynasty is drunk and is already outside the clouds, and the situation is long and rugged.
The wind and rain send spring back, the host can't stay, and there is wine in the guests to see the flowers.
Fuyun deliberately and ruthlessly sent the guest boat, and Mo asked the owner to still go up to the tall building.
Lonely sailor, obliquely invade the old and sick body, where does the master go, full of spring.
There is no wine money in the hall, I don't know the year, this body is only self-pity when we meet.
Where did the Ming Dynasty meet, the affection was long, and the end of the world was a guest, and this body was still a young man.
A few spring and autumn seasons of wind and rain, the time in the guest is like water, and Mo asked the host to go up to the highest building.
Looking for poets, avoiding the dust, affectionate, visiting mountain villages with wine.
The master lies high in the small window lattice, and he doesn't feel that the Ming Dynasty is sunny again, and his body is like a floating cloud without a fixed place, and the guest is like flowing water with a return journey.
Don't ask where the Ming Dynasty is, the Lord is a lover in the world today, blowing off a red apricot blossom.
The first branch, always suitable, the roots are deep in the mud, and the stems and leaves gently shake the blue pool.
The clear light of the jade rabbit is sprinkled all over the branches, and a bright moon lights up the dreams of thousands of families, which is when Chang'e dances her sleeves.
Under the ninth layer, the stars twinkle and shine in the sky, and the song of the Qing Song shines on the night sky for a thousand years.
The willow silk is long, the drizzle lingers and the east wind is infinite, and the lover is sent.
The willow flowers fly, the east wind does not go back, and Mo Dao lingers on the pillow with dreams.
It has been a thousand years, and when the love is deep, it will never regret it, and the wings are connected.
The love lingers with a female supporting mandarin duck, the waning moon is still in love, thousands of strands are woven into a poem, the spring breeze is incomprehensible, the dream is lingering, and the mandarin duck plays in the water.
The blue bird hates not to fly to the sky, the tears begin to dry in the depths of love, a song is sung through the ages, and the mandarin ducks are wings in the world.
The breeze blows on the face, the mandarin ducks in the water play Bilian, the ruthless years urge people to grow old, and the hatred and lovesickness reach a hundred years.
The mandarin ducks snuggle up to each other, and they raise their glasses together, where to send the hatred and lovesickness, and the reincarnation of the sea of love.
A wisp of love is thousands of miles away, lovesick and hateful tears, lingering and compassionate, only envying mandarin ducks and not admiring immortals.
The autumn water is long and hateful, the spring breeze and drizzle tell the deep feelings, lingering and inexhaustible lovesickness, turning into a mandarin duck in a dream.
The lingering drizzle moistens the fragrant flowers, the mandarin ducks on the water play cuiwei, the most ruthless double swallows, and they can't think of returning.
A pair of mandarin ducks are flying in the water, lingering and not thinking of returning, amphibious purple swallows are hateful in the air, and they are always sad when they are in love.
A wisp of lovesickness, half a lifetime of hatred and dreams are vague, lingering is the most moon, once according to the mandarin duck than wings.
Where is the hatred of wine to wake up people, ruthless flowers fall into the water and flow artesianly, how much lingers with the wind, turning into mandarin ducks swimming in a dream.
The drizzle lingers like silk, the mandarin ducks play in the water at the right time, the spring breeze does not dissolve the bitterness, and the hatred flies all over the pool.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art.