The fish is fishing in the deep pool, and the wind is clear and the white river is singing day and night.
Go non-stop, the moon is clear, where is the poor fisherman now, but I see the fish and dragon singing in the middle of the night.
Leaning alone on the floor without sleep at night, where is the fisherman in the spring water of a river, only to see the fish playing in the waves.
The fisherman sighed, the fish's belly was empty and his son was worried, and Miluo was still in Shenzhou through the ages.
seems to be affectionate, the lonely lamp is accompanied by a shadow to find a good sentence, and the artistic conception is born.
Lu Jing, like wine and intoxication, raised his head to look at the lovesickness.
The meaning is not settled, the stars and the moon are like a dream in a hurry, and the lights have been turned on.
The moon sets and the stars move the grass and the water is flat, like an arrow passing through the clouds, until dawn.
The peach blossoms are like fire willows like yarn, I don't feel that the dawn comes to my house, a song rises on the ground, and the spring breeze is drunk with the moon.
From midnight to dawn, it seems that the dream of the year is not realized, the flowers in front of the window move, and the birds on the trees are blown by the wind.
The world road is cloudy and the butterfly is light, and there is a fate to gather in the red dust who fights.
When we meet again, in a dream, we will never regret the shallow affection, and Hongchen will see through Ren Xidong.
Why bother asking about the front edge when you meet, laugh at Hongchen a few times to hurt the past, and continue to love in the next life.
Three thousand miles, the sea has no chance of a boat, don't ask how many times you look back in the next life.
Spring is always there, don't ask if you can meet thousands of miles in the next life, everything is wrong.
This cup of tea, who doesn't love home, today has a dream to the end of the world.
In vain, Hongchen is lovesick everywhere, and he will meet you again.
Hongchen dreams of continuing the old relationship today, where to go in the next life, there is love.
There is love in the world for 3,000 lifetimes, and it is destined to be a good flower and moon tonight, and the red dust will accompany you until dawn.
Continuing the old time, it is difficult to find the person in the dream in this life, and the love is deep and there is no regret in the end, and the infatuation is full of red dust.
Ask the antecedents, Vientiane is new, hurt the past, and still dream in the next life.
Wake up from the dream of the third watch, the moon is bright, where to go, but ask for this world to accompany you.
People in the world who understand this relationship, with the moonlight, can get together, and Hongchen has love and walks.
In the next life, it is difficult to meet and smile, and the relationship is shallow and deep, and there is no regret in the end, where can Hongchen find peace of mind.
A smile is always fate, not in love with Hongchen and lingering, all are infatuated and tired, and I just look forward to continuing the string in the next life.
Hongchen sees through the right and wrong flowers, there is no end, if the next life is reunited, why not divide the tea in this life.
Everyone in the world wakes up and I am drunk alone, and I will continue to cry in the next life.
I don't envy immortals, just because we must say goodbye when we get together in the world, and we will be tied by a thread in the dust.
Where to find poetry at the end of the world, a thread, a few times in the world, the past is hurt, and the next life will continue to break the intestines.
It is difficult to find the traces of the fisherman, the red dust does not see the Diaoyu Tai, the spring water of a river flows eastward, and the clear sound comes into a dream.
Thousands of points are white, the wind is light, the fisherman's rod is slanted, the people are intoxicated, and the smoke and waves on the river are my home.
The head of the Mishui River is moving, and now it is safe, and there are a few people in the land of fish and rice.
The willow silk is long, the light boat on the river does not know where to go, and the rice and fish are fragrant.
The fisherman was the soul of the son, the dragon boat race to sacrifice the fish god, the Miluo River was hated for thousands of years, and a song survived through the ages.
The frogs are drumming, the fishermen by the water are refreshed and intoxicated, and the hooks on the river are at my disposal.
The wind blows the snow at dusk, the water surface is clear and the moon shines, the fisherman doesn't know where to go, and the night on the stage is deep.
The wind is refreshing, the boat swings the boat, and the fisherman returns to drink and enjoy boundless.
Father knows who is there, the underwater fish river sky is infinitely good, and it shines through the sorrows.
The haunt is wide, the fisherman has been up and down for years, and it is good to return before he returns, and the river is full of wind and rain.
The clear water surrounds the green mountains, the singing is endless, the fisherman chases the sun and the moon in a light boat, and the fish and shrimp are full of laughter.
Sit until Ming, go east, and don't know the sound of the fisherman's fish.
A pot of wine returned, there were no heroic tears on the Diaoyu Tai, and the wind and moon were lonely through the ages.
The shallow bottom of the water is in the sky, and the laughter and noise are noisy, and the bright moon shines without sleep.
The autumn breeze on the river is like water and the night is clear, and I don't know that the fisherman is sleeping.
Sleepless nights, lonely boats and passenger ships, when to return to their hometowns, wolf smoke.
Where is the fisherman now, swim freely, and see off the boat with a song of smoke and waves on the river.
The fish is not frightened in the abyss, the fishing is famous, and it has its own Lingyun Zhi, why bother with the river and sigh Ying.
The river is unfathomable, the mountains are clear and secluded, and the fisherman turns around and sells wine and goes up to the tall building.
The autumn air is clear, go east, go in a light boat, and the cabin is full of laughter.
The night singing of the fisherman's waves, the day fishing stream fish splendid, the river leisurely goes eastward, and the song goes all the way to the sky.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art