Since leisurely travel, the green clouds are endless, infinitely good, a glass of turbid wine to spend the spring and autumn.
Qiankun Haoqi Spring and Autumn Harvest, uneven, the sun and the moon in the pot flow.
100 poems, Zimei's crazy song is full of three cups of drunkenness, between heaven and earth.
In the next life, I am fortunate to meet a confidant, but at this moment, I have no chance to meet the deceased, the road is rugged and bumpy, and I can't help it.
At the end of the world, I hope that the wind in the next life will blow what to fear, and only ask for few wonders in the world.
Who doesn't envy the immortals, the wind and snow pass every month, if there is a reunion day in the next life, tonight is a fate.
The wind blows the fallen leaves, who doesn't love home, and waits for thousands of miles in the next life.
Continuing the old time, it is difficult to find a true lover and a dream person.
Thousands of miles together in the morning and dusk, I hope that the next life will live up to the king, what is the wind to fear, just ask for less separation in the world.
When to meet, when will you rest, and then continue the dream of mandarin ducks in the next life, and the fate of three autumns will be white.
The rain hits the lotus, I sleep alone, if there is a fate tonight in the next life.
In the next life, I don't envy the immortals, only because I am in the red dust, who knows the wind and the snow.
Meeting is always fate, and then continuing the old chapter, who is not envious of the immortals.
In this life, nothing more than the snow and the moon always accompany each other, and in the next life, if there is a front edge, raise a glass together.
The wind and bones are there, the world is dreaming of the soul, if you have to get together again, a relationship.
When will the next life be returned, between the water and clouds, the world will not understand the wind and rain hitting the boat.
Today, there is no regret in the end, let alone ask for it, the snow and the moon are all dreams, and a few people in the world can be white-headed.
The love of this world is thousands of miles away, the future wind sends a light sail, and if there is a poetry in the next life, it will be five watches.
Because of the warmth and cold, for the cold, reunited, the front edge of the short and long words.
If there is a reunion in the next life, the fate will be stronger today, and a few people in the world can understand, and they will laugh and talk.
Today's meeting continues this relationship, who does not envy the immortals.
Untie the upside down, there is always boundless, if there is a reunion day in the next life, and then continue tonight's fate.
The wind and clouds are clear, and everyone in the world is drunk if there is a reunion day, and I just hope that there will be no chance to meet again.
The flower protector has no chance to waste God today, and there is no separation from the rain in the world.
The dragon dances together, and in the next life there are no regrets to send the cool autumn light, and the years are long.
Knowing my mind, the snow moon is always about love, and if there is a front in the next life, there will be thousands of miles.
When will it be closed, and who in the world will be born and where will go, in the highest building?
The water of Junshan Yang Lake is endless, and the moon is unacceptable, so you must return home.
The spring grass is born by the Dongting Lake, the autumn moon is bright on the Junshan Hall, the music is not yang in front of the Yueyang Tower, and the water is rippling and the waves are flat.
The moon is clear and clear, the happy year is more than happy, the best place in Junshan, and the hibiscus is seen on Dongting Lake.
The joy is endless, in a look, where is the sunset red on Dongting Lake.
The water of the South Lake is clear, the moon and autumn waves are flat, a total of one color, and I don't know who is fighting for this pleasure.
The spring water on Dongting Lake is born, the autumn moon is bright, the Wangfu stone, and the waves are clear downstairs in Yueyang.
In the four seasons of the year, the red leaves of Junshan are dyed in autumn, and the blue waves of Dongting reflect the sunset.
The bright moon is happy, the clear water and blue sky are free and light, where is Junshan, and the willows on the shore of Dongting Lake are long.
Junshan looks at the water from afar, a fishing boat, the sparkling is in the bottom of the eye, and the thousand years of sorrow and happiness are in the heart.
Dongting waves gushing water in the sky, looking at Junshan from afar, who shares the feelings of sorrow and happiness, and the clear light shines sleeplessly.
The night is not young, the music and dance are not where to go, and they ask Xiaoxiang.
The spring breeze is blowing and the tourists are happy, the scenery is new, looking at the flowers of Junshan in the distance, and the willows on the shore of Dongting Lake.
The beautiful Yueyang Building, the vast Dongting is closed, the water color and the sky are infinitely good, and the fairyland is leisurely.
Reflecting the blue sky, looking at the line of Junshan in the distance, crying unhappy, the waves and clouds are lingering.
The sky is cloudy, the rice in the field is fragrant, red like fire, and the autumn water of Dongting reflects the sun.
Shao music plays, Longmen still sees many talents since ancient times, and the sky flows.
Sunset Junshan Ancient Ferry, Dongting Wave Surge Yueyang Building, the water and sky are the same color and autumn light is good, and the wine is happy and forgetful.
In the evening of Dongting, why do you need to ask when Junshan is worried and happy, the bright moon and clear light can be left.
The willow silk is new, the swallow dance warbler is intoxicating, I want to ask where Junshan is, and I am looking for the soul of poetry by the lake.
The weeping willow sky by the lake is intoxicating, and the waves of Junshan are full of spring in the distance.
The moon shines on Jun Mountain, and the autumn light of Wanli Cave is infinitely good, and it is happy.
The willows on the lakeside are like smoke, looking at the sky of Junshan in the distance, who shares the feelings, and the shadow of the light tower is between the clouds.
Reflecting the Ping Lake, the joy is not lonely, I want to ask where Junshan is, whether there is smoke and rain in Dongting.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art