The spring breeze pours over the pond, and the autumn moon is full and fragrant.
The cicadas are singing urgently, the flowers are full of branches, the autumn moon is full of people and it is difficult to gather, and the winter snow melts into poetry.
A round of autumn moon hangs on the sycamore, the winter snow flies incomprehensibly, and the summer rain knocks on the window into a dream.
On the Milky Way shore, the autumn moon is missing for another year, and the summer rain is ruthless and intentionally passes the jade pass.
Pity Taoyan, a round of eternal photos in the front court of summer rain, the same in Kyushu.
The green mountains are beautiful, the green water is flowing in the face, and the autumn moon is full and lacking.
In the shadow, Dongxue deliberately does not understand the lovesickness and loneliness.
The winter snow presses the plum and the chrysanthemum is more fragrant, dripping with all things, and changing into a new outfit.
The spring breeze blows the willows and smiles, the summer rain moistens the flowers and fills the garden, the autumn moon shines in the sky, and the winter snow flies and dances.
The lotus flowers are more fragrant, the spring breeze is blowing the catkins flying, the circle is short of people and it is difficult to gather, and the winter snow is scattered and the dream is broken.
The palace is hidden, the Yumen Pass, the south bank of the river, and the summer rain frequently knocks on the North Mountain.
Melt grass and trees, the moon hangs on the treetops, the cicadas are noisy, and the spring breeze warms the flowers.
The spring breeze blows the willows like smoke, the night is sleepless, the people are not old, and the winter snow falls for another year.
The first break of the summer rain sends warmth to the flowers, the autumn moon is full and it is difficult to gather, and the winter snow is far away.
The autumn moon is long accompanied, the winter snow falls all over the sky, not dissociating from people's wishes, and the summer rain ruthlessly destroys the flowers.
Unforgettable winter snow drifts on the earth, illuminates the sky, ruthlessly destroys the flowers, and the spring breeze intentionally sends geese away.
The spring breeze ripples on the Milky Way shore, the summer rain drenches the jade, the autumn moon shines through the ages, and the winter snow flies thousands of mountains red.
Ren Xidong, the spring breeze does not know the suffering of the world overnight, and the snow dances in the sky.
When the autumn moon is full, it is sad, a few worries, the spring breeze is incomprehensible, and the summer rain is difficult to part.
Intentionally urging the new green, the autumn moon has no intention of looking the same, and the summer rain does not know where to go, and it has passed the Yumen Pass.
Dancing clothes, summer rain knocking lotus to send dark incense, flowers with tears, winter snow flying with plum fragrance.
The frost, summer rain, spring breeze do not need to be urged, the eternal shine, and the winter snow turns into a hundred flowers.
The autumn moon tree, the sound of the whip is full of poetry, and only the wine is closed.
The winter snow melts and nourishes the fertile soil, the autumn moon lacks the sky, the summer rain silently moistens all things, and the spring breeze deliberately promotes the red.
Hanging in the sky, thousands of miles of floating clouds think about where to go, and Chang'e stays in the world.
The spring light is gone, where to find the soul, the floating clouds are scattered to the end of the world, and the old people are still according to the old people.
Visitors want to return to stay in the sunset, and the floating clouds scatter a round to hang the sky.
The colorful glow flies, the bright moon and the spring are infinitely good, and I don't want to return.
The bright moon shines on the sky, the clouds are not stained with dust, where to go, and the end of the world retains the people in dreams.
Keep and chongyang, two lines of tears, thousands of miles of floating clouds cover your eyes, and a bright moon shines on other places.
Tears are full of clothes, dreams are vague, and the clouds are flying for thousands of years.
Scatter to see the innocence, the bright moon and the breeze and spring are infinitely good, and there is a lover in the hometown.
The breeze flies with me, the flowing water is snuggling, and the green mountains refuse to return to their hometown.
Jiangshan kept Si Guijun at home, looking back at the clouds and the moon shining on the world.
Looking for it in dreams, keeping the old heart, not detaching from people's minds, according to the past and the present.
Floating clouds become old dreams, according to new sorrows, Shaohua is easy to pass away and return to his hometown.
There is no need to find the spring light, the tears are full, the clouds cover the eyes, and the bright moon shines on the hometown.
A long howl did not want to return, keeping the green mountains and cuiwei, Mo Dao floating clouds and bright moon is Ye Fei.
The two look at each other, lean on the railing, infinitely good, and there is more joy in the hometown.
The bright moon shines on the ancient and modern, the floating clouds are deep, thinking about the homeland, and retaining the immortal heart of the green mountains.
The spring light kept the thought of returning and did not bear to return, and the clouds and the moon shone on the empty cup.
Looking in the dream, the heart of the old garden, the floating clouds do not dissociate from people's minds, and the bright moon is still shining on the past and the present.
A floating cloud reflects the sunset, the half moon is deliberately difficult to keep, and the wanderer thinks about the tears.
Looking at each other, the clouds were floating in the eyes for a moment, and the wanderer thought about how long he would stay.
In the dreamland, I don't want to dissociate myself from my hometown, and I take my bed.
The night is vast, the clear light shines on the hometown, and a floating cloud and bright moon hang on the east wall.
The night is sinking, the bright moon is infinitely good when the sky is clear, and there are relatives in it.
The breeze and the moon are always poems, and where to go, a few people know.
The wind and rain in the Ming Dynasty refused to be clear, and it was difficult to sleep in the dead of night, dreaming of the goddess peak of Wushan, and the cuckoo was heartbroken.
The sound of autumn is a night wind, the sunset in the West Mountain enters the curtain, it is difficult to sleep alone, where is the Ming Dynasty in a dream.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art