Pure temperament, not stained with dust, ask the fisherman on the bank of the paradise stream.
Where to find the peach source, Wuling Creek has been a total of green mountains and old, a naïve smile ancient and modern.
There is no reason in Wuling, there are bosom friends in the depths, and they are innocent and unstained.
The dust is full of calmness, and the Taoyuan is deep in Wuling to find the old traces.
Born in the world, why bother to fight for spring, there is a road to fairyland, looking for dreams.
The season is rainy and dusty, reminiscing innocently, asking the fisherman on the bank of the paradise stream.
Mo Dao is innocent and unamiable, pure and noisy, a free guest outside the world, who is a Wuling angler.
Where to find a neighbor in Taoyuan, it is suspected that it is a lost person in Wuling, and the bright moon is the most innocent.
The wind and smoke are near, the sunset is slanting, the intestines are broken, and the wanderer is homesick.
The wanderer dreams of returning home, does not see tears and dazzles, the wind and clouds are thousands of miles, and the autumn rain falls red overnight.
In the dream, tears flowed on the pillow of the end of the world, and the heart was full of sails and sails to reunite.
People cry in front of them, meet in dreams, where to go with 10,000 sails, and the heart is full of waves.
The autumn wind blows up the begonia branches, the end of the world is gone, and the small words on the red note become poems.
Thousands of miles of spring, the waves rise high on the shore of the sea, and the end of the world wanders in green shirts to remember the old people.
Looking for each other, tears wet the waves in the sea of green shirts, sending feelings.
Tears are hard to collect, the end of the world has been autumn several times, and the sail of thousands of miles has risen to the east of the sea.
The waves are sweeping the sand, and there is no confidant at the end of the world, and laughter and tears are born.
The sail is thousands of miles away from the sea and autumn, and the people at the end of the world are gone, and the tears are hazy.
Wandering the world several autumns, lovesick endless tears flow, the wind rises and the clouds cover the moon on the sea, and a sail is sad.
Lonely and tearful, people dream of home at the end of the world, where to sail, the autumn wind and waves to wash the sand.
The sea clouds float, a leaf boat, where is it, lovesickness infinite tears.
Send the sail inside, between the clouds and the water, where is it, meet with a smile and tears.
Where are the flowers flying at the end of the world, the dream home, the rain outside the mountain, and the sails fall flat sand.
Where is the home mountain when the night rain knocks on the window, and the sail goes for three thousand miles, and the wind rises and the sea waves are uneasy.
The waves of the sea roll up the sand, the sail is to whose house, where there is no fragrant grass, and the tears wet the green shirt to see the falling flowers.
The sail goes away to the waves and sands, the clouds roll up, the people at the end of the world are gone, and the lovesick tears fall on whose house.
Where is the end of the world not romantic, a pipa full of tears, thousands of miles of Yangtze River east from the sea, when to sail away.
Tears in front of the bottle, where to sail at the end of the world, from the shore of the sea.
The poem became a sea of heart surges, high spirits, Mo Dao has no confidant at the end of the world, and he laughs and tears when he meets.
When will a piece return, the waves will rise and the gulls and herons will fly, and the people will not see the end of the world, and the infinite tears will be empty.
Looking for a bosom friend, a song full of tears, infinite hatred, sailing thousands of miles to send the king's heart.
Where is the hometown of a pipa, there is no plan, and the wind and waves are sad.
The waves are turning, where the sail hangs straight without fragrant grass, and the tears do not dry.
Zhengfan went and didn't return home, the wind and the sea clouds rolled the sand, looking at the end of the world and nowhere to find it, leaving tears and wet pipa.
Spring is lonely, there is no news after the falling flowers and flowing water, and there are green beads crying cuckoos.
The falling flowers are lonely in autumn, the spring water of Chujiang is murmuring at night, the green beads are not ruthless, and Wang Sun is full of tears.
Flowing water all year round, the dream of people, the prince and grandson ** scattered dust.
The water is endless, and the spring arrives in the rain outside the green bead curtain of the river, full of dust and sand.
Where to find the peach source, the red, pink and green beads are pitiful, people are easy to grow old in autumn, and the falling flowers and flowing water do not know the year.
The fairy goes down to the earth, the rich and noble, and the road is full of fragrance in spring, and the flowers and flowing water are sent to the Yiren.
Spring and summer, go to the endless, Wang Sun Gongzi Luzhu is not home.
The season is again, the spring goes to the autumn and the wind and rain outside the curtain, and the old kings and grandsons are not seen.
Wang Sun went to the back, there was no one to restore the old times, and the poor spring was full of flowers and sorrow to kill the king.
The green bead fairy princess smiled, and the spring went to autumn and the water flowed for another year.
The boat is light, the falling flowers are free, the king and grandson have nowhere to find, and there is a warbler.
The falling flowers are wind and rain, summer is spring, and the green beads do not understand the king's grandson's grievances against passers-by.
In autumn, there are kings and grandsons who can be drunk, the rain is like silk, and Mo Dao has no color, which is the time when the flowers fall and the water flows.
The east wind scattered green beads overnight, and after Wang Sun went, there was nothing, and the spring came to Mo Dao and the flowers were all over the ground.
Jingwuhua, two or three, no news, green beads crying twilight crows.
When the flowers fall, the rain is sunny at the beginning, the spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, the green beads are nowhere to be found, and the king and grandson do not return.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art