The sound is still there, who to send it to, you don't see it, and you are looking forward to the return of your tears.
The words have been contrary to each other for a long time, I can't bear to return, there are no good sentences, and the sound is only flying in the dream.
The thin waves gently shake the willow low, the swallow bit mud, red as fire, and thousands of golden waves into the eyes.
The light boat is chasing the waves of the rivers and lakes, what is there to fear in the wind and rain life, and the sea is tireless.
Comfortable and happy to fish, a free and easy to chase the waves, the river and the sky float jade belt, thousands of years of wind and rain wash the hustle and bustle.
The wind and rain of life are long, let it be wavering, there are no troubles outside the world, and the end of the world is not lonely.
The snow drifts between the sky and the earth, and the wind and rain have lived for decades, I am a prodigal son, why should I be free to find a paradise.
A cloth coat, leisurely, the wind and rain come and go, and the smoke drifts and flies.
There are few people in the mountains, few visitors, falling leaves with flowing water, wind and rain, rivers and lakes.
Concurrent years of invasion, drifting across the sea to find bosom friends, free from the paradise, the heart of the prodigal son at the end of the world.
The willow silk is floating, the wind and rain ruthlessly cross the small bridge, go freely, and spend the Spring Festival leisurely.
Where is the rivers and lakes in life, thousands of miles away, and the ends of the world are drifting.
The poet is drunk, and he is happy to go in a light boat, and let me fly.
When will the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River disappear, the catkins are flying all over the ground, and Mo Dao has nowhere to find it, leisurely and leisurely enjoying the fishing wood.
Go to the end of the world, go through thick and thin, and spend your life carefree.
The poet is drunk, leisurely and free with the fragrance of wild flowers, the wind and rain are far away, and the songs float in all directions.
Freedom in the world, a god outside the world, floating across the ocean and the same boat for thousands of miles.
In the spring and autumn of the rain, a leaf drifts away from the river and the sea, looking for the marquis.
The autumn moon and colorful clouds are drifting, the wind and rain life is long, a prodigal son, leisurely and happy fishing.
Heaven and earth are a sand gull, not tied to a boat, what is the foot of life in the wind and rain, and the clouds are floating thousands of miles to travel.
Enjoy leisurely travel, let go and stay, a leaf flat boat wind and rain near the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wind and rain in spring and autumn, a wisp of incense drifting away from the clouds, who is a gull in the waves.
The sky is high and the colorful clothes are fluttering, the wind and rain are close to Chongyang, and the most fragrant yellow flowers are free.
Feel free to live at the cape, and spend the night in the same boat.
In the near autumn, a few more branches floated in, freeing the clouds and outsiders, and giving new poems.
Let me float in the sky, more enchanting, and the world is not lonely.
I am free at the end of the world, let the waves wave, what to fear in life, and I am heroic across the ocean.
The mountains and lakes are flat, the fishing boats sing the evening oars softly, and the wind shakes the blue water and water lilies with ten thousand stars.
In front of the eye, a water lily gently shakes the lupine cut.
After the wind shakes the old trees at dusk, before the rain hits the water lilies and the clear water, the mountains and lakes are infinitely better, and the frogs are full of moon.
The water lilies wake up and gently shake a boat, and the mountains and lakes are smiling and the sky is smiling.
Yellow flowers, the sound of egrets, a light boat shakes the sun and the moon, and the water lilies are fishing in the depths of poetry.
Hongchen laughed at my fame, the white-haired deceptive water lilies bloomed just right, and gently shook the pu fan across the east of the bridge.
The green shirt is thin, the water is clear and the water lilies are red and the sleeves are fragrant, and the mountains and lakes are full of laughter and lotus ponds.
Swinging water lilies, the wind shakes the green willow mountains, charming and drunk, and sleeps with guests.
The grass is soft, the drizzle moistens the fields, and the wind shakes the willow water lilies.
Through the willow waves, the rain urges the grass to wake up at the beginning of the pond quiet, and the sun is long.
The sun and moonlight are ruthless, everything is the same color, and the sound of weeping blood.
A water lily comes out of the water, the wind shakes the green leaves and dances exquisitely, the dragonflies are dyed rouge, and the frog drums urge the flowers to turn red.
The water is artesian, the birds cry through a forest autumn, the red leaves go with the waves, and the rain hits the water lilies and swims in the waves.
Another autumn, full of China, the fragrance is still there, and the green water is gently shaking the dream.
The cold shakes the green willows, wakes up and is shy, charming and drunk, and the sound of the swallow warbler enters the painting building.
The wind comes late by the water lily pond, reflecting the red sun, competing for bright colors, leaving only the clear air with the sound of frogs.
The grass in the south of the Yangtze River fell into a dream silently, the bamboo shadow shook the window to make the moon, and the water lilies were shy for whom.
Silently entering the small building, the grass color in the south of the Yangtze River is quiet, the fragrance is still there, and the green willows gently shake the water artesian.
The fine willow shakes the wind and the moon is full of buildings, the dew is shy, sultry and drunk, and the frog sound falls into sleepwalking in the middle of the night.
Thousands of ravines and thousands of rocks embrace water lilies, the wind shakes the green cover and the water is even the sky, the lakes and mountains are picturesque, and Du Yu is in the sound for another year.
The autumn light is old, the intermittent sound of cicadas is light and the boat shakes the clear water, and there are people everywhere.
The sound of the pine waves and the stream is far away, the sun is new, the favorite water lily is red like fire, and the pu fan is not tireless.
The scenery of ten thousand gullies moves, the water reflects the water lilies of thousands of peaks, the mountains are empty, and the white clouds are broken.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art