That is, the end of the world, I believe that there is a time in the world, it is really like a dream, and it should be known that the illusion is also like a flower.
I don't dare to say anything in the world, it's all rhyme, and I look back and smile.
It's hard to get together, why don't you smile and don't know that you're in a dream, it's always vague.
Yan Ran smiled and always said that there is a life in the world, Mo Dao can interpret his words, and he knows that his heart is the most clear.
Where to hide, vain words are all rhymes, looking back and smiling at the flowers.
Singing lightly, I don't know when we will meet again, I can write a few poems at my fingertips, and laugh at a hundred beautiful times.
Believe that there is a spirit rhino smiled at the ups and downs, and knew that the king was going to talk about the end of the sky.
Everything is empty, and the floating life believes that there are thousands of sufferings in the world, which is the return journey.
Xingzhi grass green, carefree and empty, graffiti pen, smile and fall into a dream.
Talking about God is clever, it is Penglai, there is truth in the world, and everything is sad when you smile.
The charm is long, full of fragrance, and I don't know where to hide in my heart.
The boat adds wine, the green mountains fall into a dream and the clouds are outside, and the light moon shines on the ancient city.
I vaguely saw the old man, smiled and drank three rounds, and the light lights were light and the night was deep.
The light cold of the night gradually faded, and the breeze sent me a faint laughter.
The moon is light, the hazy clouds and shadows are light, and the three patrols are not drunk, and they go to heaven.
The crescent moon wine in the cup, the old time, the light song is a little sleepless night.
The dream of knocking on the window in the night rain can't come true, and when it comes to the third watch, a little lovesick tears are sprinkled lightly to the world.
The wind is light and the clouds and fresh water swim leisurely, the night is slightly bright and the moon is like a hook, and the dream of drinking three rounds and two places is difficult to rest.
It is faint, a feather is light, and there are 100 poems, still around the Great Wall.
The wine is green and the light is red and spring, and I see Yiren in my dreams several times, I am drunk between the flowers and dances, and the drizzle is slightly bright and the willow is new.
Light singing and dancing are slightly reflected in the sky, and the wine and food are laughing and dreaming.
Sacrifice to the heroes, thousands of miles away, the wind and rain are shaking and tears are shed, and the light lights are burning in the sky.
In a vague dream, I went to Yangzhou, the wine green light was red and the flowers were moving, and the light song and dance did not know how to worry.
The night is clear, the lights of the small building are gradually brightening, and the dream of raising a glass to invite the moon and flowers cannot be realized.
The night is bright, the breeze outside the curtain is sad, and the people are drunk, and the hometown is traveling.
Drunk and unconscious, the soul dreams surround the river city, the wind is light and the clouds are faint and the moon is like ice.
Poetry, calligraphy and painting, the heart is quiet and dust-free, and the ground is wide tomorrow, and the dance is drunk and the flowers are yin.
The body is light and deliberately in the bright moonlight, and the sad people are easy to get drunk, and the dreams are difficult to share.
The moonlight is slightly bright and reflects the blue yarn, the light song and dance are drunk to the end of the world, there is no one to drink tonight, and I vaguely come to my house in my dream.
Three people are lonely, poetry is lingering in a dream, singing with the wind, and the night is slightly bright and the moon is full.
Seeing the true face, the wine is thousands of cups, and the place is full of light singing and dancing.
The dance and music are endless, the night is thick, people are drunk, and they don't know when they will meet in their dreams.
The clear water is slightly bright and reflects the colorful clouds, drunk tourists, welcomes guests, laughs and laughter and sounds in dreams.
When you meet and don't get drunk, there is a dream when you sing, Mo Dao pedestrians are lonely, and the breeze sends wine to the high platform.
Those who do not feel that there is no poet, do not get drunk and know that there are immortals, who share a hundred articles, and the words between the lines are full of Chanjuan.
Mo Dao's life is long, the vicissitudes of life, the true feelings are not drunk, and a song sings the sunset.
Poetry and wine meet for another year, there is a mantra in the words between the lines, a thousand cups are not drunk, and the song and laughter are nine days.
What year is it, the people who sing the song are so lonely, and the wine is drunk.
The song of the Qing song moves the river city, and there is also love, after the Mo Dao wine is dispersed, the apricot blossoms are like snow to send the king.
The bright moon accompanies you, the wine is sad and tearful, drunk and doesn't know that you are a guest, and you laugh all your life.
After the years, the Burrow poems and books have traveled thousands of miles, how many things, and the song of the Qing Song comforts the life.
I know how to be lovesick, the past, and look for wine among the flowers.
Move for nine days, a thousand cups are not drunk, there is no one to accompany you, and thousands of miles are returned.
After another year in the south of the Yangtze River, the old people reminisced about the past, not drunk in the spring breeze tonight, and sang the autumn moon tomorrow.
Why do you need wine, don't bear the red dust of three lives, and sing and dance leisurely.
It doesn't matter if you don't get drunk, you can sing to the moon, you can go your own way, and you can go crazy with poetry and wine.
The song is a song of red dust thousands of miles away, and the wine is sad and tears are drifting in the wind.
Accustomed to the old rivers and lakes, it is difficult to go tonight with a glass of wine, until dawn.
People scatter at the beginning of the night, leaning on the railing alone and crying two lines, not knowing that they are guests, and the bright moon shines on another country.
Who is not drunk as a companion, I groan alone, Mo Dao pedestrians are lonely, and comfort the lonely heart with a glass of wine.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art