Rui Xue melts, the New Year is abundant, the spring is good, and then the east wind is on the ninefold.
The wind blows the willow branches, when the flowers fall, the fragrance is still there, and the wine glass is not too late.
The poetry and rhyme of the rice paper and ink are light, and it is another year, expressing the chest, and the wolf is dipped in to write a new chapter.
The peach and plum are full of rice paper and ink, the wolf dips the water of the three rivers, and Yixing flies to the five Yueyang.
When the wine is strong, the wolf dipped in ink to write his heart, the rice paper expresses his pride, and sings the wind in spring and autumn.
A wolf is in charge of the world's affairs, ancient and modern feelings, rice paper is moving, and thousands of purples and thousands of red springs are full of the city.
The rice paper spreads out for thousands of miles, the spring comes and the autumn goes to let the withered glory, the Xingguan group of grievances passes away with the wind, and a wolf writes peace.
Blowing summer warmth, often thinking about rice paper dipped in the water of the three rivers, flying five Yueyang.
Every time I recall the ups and downs, the wolf dances, the rice paper is spread out to express the chest, and the sun and the moon are high in spring.
The wolf dances with the phoenix, three cups of turbid wine help the poetry, spread out the rice paper to express the pride, and write sincerity in the spring and autumn.
The autumn snake walks, the brush gives birth to flowers and spring birds, the book is splendid, and the wolf dances lightly and paints Danqing.
Looking for spring, thousands of miles write falling flowers, express ambitions, and splash ink to go to the end of the world.
Fu new poems, a tube of wolves spread out a thousand miles, and the two know each other.
A tube of wolves writes a thousand things, splashes ink and poems, spreads out rice paper for lyricism, and the wonderful pen is full of flowers and spring gardens.
The pen has a god, Danqing painting adds a new sense of painting, and a wolf is true.
The earth is warm and the wind is soft, the rice paper is spread out to write Kyushu, a tube of wolf books is prosperous, and the wine is endless.
Why bother with wolves, spread out rice paper and write all the ancient and modern feelings.
The pen is full of flowers, and the poetry and painting rice paper express the chest, and the priest is at home.
Spread out the painting, spring is everywhere verdant, splashing ink mountains and rivers show, a tube of wolves to write the blue sky.
Winter goes to another round, the pen and ink are new, and I want to borrow the wolf to express my ambitions, and I am full of garden gold.
Can be rewarded, can be photographed, rice paper spread out full of spring.
Lightly tap the raw flower pen, Yixing Flying spreads out the world, and it is the right time to return to the wilderness in spring.
Spread out the fragrance of Han ink, the earth is full of flowers, and the poetic wolf writes a brocade.
Spread out all year round, and want to borrow the wolf's ink to paint the world.
It's hard to get started, the wolf hasn't dried up, spread out his thoughts, and a hundred flowers are beautiful.
The wolf expresses his ambitions, helps the poetry to flourish, and spreads out the rice paper to write sincerity in the spring and autumn.
The rice paper is spread out vertically and horizontally, the general situation, the group complains about the millennium, and the wolf travels thousands of miles.
The jade mirror hangs high in the night, the frog sound is fragrant with rice flowers, the clouds open and the fog disperses, and the moon on the mountain is like frost.
A Jianwei, the wild goose flies south, the maple forest is drunk, and the melodious shepherd returns.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and the sun is dark, and the towering towering enters the gate of heaven, and the sound of the pine waves looks back in shock, and it is suspected that it is the jade basin of Yao Pond.
The night rain is silent, where to lean on red makeup, and the green mountains are the hometown.
Blowing the jade flute, to the end of the world, the clouds are deep and there is no return to the shadow, only the wild grass and flowers on the slope.
Thousands of miles up and down the slope of the mountain, a round of red sun and ten thousand pine waves, the air through the rainbow jade mirror open.
Hate has no fate, between the mountains and rivers, where to find a red face in Du Yusheng.
In the dream soul, the west wind blew through the golden hall and no one asked, making a mess.
According to the blue void, the geese are sparse, and the clouds open and the fog disperses the mountains into the picture.
Far and near the village, the clouds open and the fog scatters the cranes for thousands of miles, and the pond falls into the jade basin.
The clouds are light and the mountains are flat, sassy and drunk, moisturizing things.
Several geese break the frightened dream, a piece of ice heart sends a jade pot, the majestic mountains and flowing water rhyme, where to find the way back in the deep clouds.
The waterfall jade curtain rains, the dripping green pine waves and golden drums, the sky high eagle spreads its wings, and the steep mountain slope gallops.
Into the blue sky, a line leads, spreads the ancient rhyme, and the thousand-year-old jade waterfall falls into the abyss.
The wind sends the sound of geese, making Yao Zheng everywhere, facing the cold water, and the ethereal clouds surround the ancient city.
The spring water is blue and the floating jade mirror, the dancing golden wind, the flying far away, the sun sets on the wide mountains and mountains.
The steep mountains and fog lock the road is rugged, and the bird's cry breaks through the silence of the empty mountains, which is suspected to be the jade removal of the immortals.
The horizon returns to the wild goose, the peak loop turns to see the majesty, Xiao Se urges people to get old, and the jade flute blows horizontally.
Several birds chirp in the valley, around the jade building, the green pine welcomes the distant guests, and the clouds cover the fog like a fairy tour.
Jade chips are flying all over the city, suddenly I hear the sound of birds crying outside the window, the clouds open and the fog disperses, the sky is clear, and the mountains and rivers are full of ice.
Entering the gate of heaven, the bell rings in the sky to welcome distant guests, and shines on the jade.
The clouds are dark and the sky is low and the wind is full of buildings, looking at Shenzhou, the silent rain is pouring down, and the jade flow is intentionally raging.
The sound of the plantain is getting cooler, the wind blows the jade flute and the rhyme is melodious, the majestic mountains and thousands of peaks are beautiful, and the clouds are thousands of miles long.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art