Roll the ground, return to the boat and carry wine on the high platform, red as blood, and the desert smoke is cold as ash.
In the sunset of the ancient deserted city, where is it, the west wind blows the geese.
The water flows eastward, the smoke trees are vast, where to go to the boat, Dongting autumn.
Where is the end of the world is the return boat, the west wind is autumn, the smoke and water are vast, the people are independent, and the sun sets on the long river.
The geese are sparse, a leaf returns to the boat and half the river is red like fire, and a few wisps of cooking smoke are as light as nothing.
The vast ancient ferry, the lonely sail sets in the autumn of the river, the return boat does not see the way to come, and the west wind sends off the guests.
The mountains are crossing, the sun sets, the smoke is lonely, and the river is full of sorrow.
The wind sends late autumn, the end of the world and the sunset is far away, the ancient ferry.
The tiger and leopard roar the west wind, today the dragon goes out of the sea to the east, the crest of the wave is in the clouds, and the bright moon is half red.
The journey is red, the wind is strong, the dragon is out of the water and the clouds are rising, and the tiger and leopard are mighty and treading in the fog.
Blue clouds, in February, the bottom of the water is hidden in the abyss.
The sea is vertical and horizontal, the tiger and leopard are red, and the crest and valley are at your disposal.
The tiger and leopard are hidden, the dragon is out of this palace, and the fog locks the crest of the sky and reflects the river red.
At sunset, the West Mountain reflects the crest of the waves, and the dragon returns to the sea and roars in the valley.
In a look, the oblique light is half of the river red, out of the sea and clouds, the fog is empty.
The dragon soars in the waves, roaring in the sky, and the red boat sails to the crest of the wave to reflect the rainbow.
The tigers and leopards in the world are swarming, the four seas are soaring, the crest of the wave is infinitely good, and the rivers and mountains point to the red sunset.
After the Red Sheep catastrophe, the dream of Shenzhou, the blue sea crest was dyed with blood, and today Jiao*** roared three times.
White jade scales, black gold body, soaring into the air, the crest of the wave is stained with dust.
Jackals, tigers and leopards are chaotic, underwater dragons want to break their souls, fog locks the crest of the wave to cover their eyes, and a round of red sun shines on Kunlun.
The sunrise in the east shines on the crest of the waves, and the dragon playing in the water is deafening.
The sad wind, thousands of miles of red, do not see the dragon soaring all over the world, only hear the tiger and leopard roaring in the sky.
The dragon dance on the sea is in the blue sky, where are the descendants of the tiger and leopard in the mountains, only to see the illumination of the crest of the wave.
The gas is like a rainbow, cutting off the dragon is like the wind, and the sea is full of rhododendron red.
The dancing sleeves are red, and the light song gracefully goes out to sea and takes off, shaking the universe.
Like the crest of the waves, the clouds are like red, and the dragon haunts and changes the wind and thunders.
The fog rises, and the hundred-year-old tiger and leopard look back after the catastrophe, and the peak is flat.
Tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves come out of the water to take off, and the valley of the waves is endless, a little red.
In May, the pomegranate flowers are different red, the peaks and valleys are racing, the dragon is out of the water and the clouds are rising, and the tigers and leopards are driving in the fog.
The valley of the waves is left by him, the green waters and green mountains are red to me, the dragons soar all over the world, and the tigers and leopards are driven to roar in the sky.
Out of the water, on the rooftop, where are the people, the crest of the wave is opened.
The sky drives tigers and leopards, the blood turns into dragons, ordinary things, laughing at the sunset and singing the evening red.
The sound of the ancient tune spreads thousands of miles away, in the nine skies, sail to go, and the mountain of tomorrow sings Datong.
A mountain song sent a rhyme to the border city, and the sound and smile are still there, and Du Yusheng is not seen back then.
There is no end to my way, the mountain song is heartwarming, and the smile is still there today, and I don't see Du Yusheng back then.
A song sings bamboo branches, sends acacia, swings a thousand waves, and a hundred poems float to the water rhyme.
The drizzle silently moistens the grass roots, the breeze intentionally sends the sound of flowers, the spring is bright and beautiful, and a song of the mountains sings to this day.
Singing home, the poetry and painting are tactfully spread for thousands of miles, and the sound blooms with flowers.
The minor key is melodious and empty and rhyme, but there is no cavity, the clear sound of the song knows where, and the sound of flowing water is full of tears.
Song law ancient and modern love, the silence of the sound is better than the sound, a song of the world moves, the rhyme of the world is shocked.
Runtianhe, the sound of nature is more in the ears, the rhyme of the ages, and the spring breeze sings mountain songs.
A song of mountain songs and paintings has no end in meaning, spreading thousands of miles, and the new sound of ancient tunes is drunk to thousands of homes.
Gather the heroes, the sound of a mountain song spreads all over the world, and the republican sounds.
The Sanskrit sound surrounds the ears for a thousand years, the bells and drums are heard through the ages, the world moves when the mountain song is sung, and the poetry and painting rhyme are full of China.
A total of one hall, Tang Yin Song rhythm and beautiful sentences rhyme, Yaqu mountain songs thousands of miles of Yang.
A song is unrepresented, the water rhyme is chanted by thousands of guests, and the clear sound of Mo Dao is difficult to hear, thousands of miles to the present.
The clear spring rhymes with the mountain song and the wind for thousands of miles, and the sound of the heavenly sounds falls all the way.
Lingering in a dream, the mountain song spreads thousands of miles in the ear, and the rhyme is thousand-layered.
The years are deep in the sound, the fireworks bloom and the spring sound, the reunion rhyme of thousands of households, and the song of the mountain sings to this day.
A song moves the clouds, the waves are high, the ancient tune and the modern sound are spread thousands of miles, and the laughter and laughter are free.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art