Thousands of miles away, my sister's heart is chasing the waves to the end of the world, the love is inexhaustible, and a long song sends the sunset.
Dajiangdong goes to the long song to move the nine skies, where to find, only Yu Haoqi is higher than the sky.
Send the slanting sun, the heart is surging and the autumn breeze is cool, and the waves are crazy.
A light boat floats on the waves, the sky is high and the sea is wide and free, the heart is surging with the wind, and the wine is drunk with a long song.
Let it be free, ride the wind and ride the waves, the tide rises and falls, and the long song accompanies the clouds all the way.
The river flows thousands of miles of tides, the long song moves the clouds, rides the wind and waves to the end of the world, and the green mountains are self-exalted.
A long song is full of new words, and the high wind and bright festival sail thousands of miles.
The waves are free, the tide of life rises and falls, and the drunk is tonight.
The sky is high, the rivers are chasing the waves, the remnant clouds and tides rise and fall, and the long song is drunk and fishing.
The tide of the country overnight, drunk tonight, riding the wind and chasing the waves to the end of the world, the bright moon hangs high and shines lonely.
The scenery is good, the end of the water, the west wind does not see the flowers in autumn overnight.
The white clouds fly on the mountain, a touch of the slanting sun and the west wind blows endlessly, and the maple leaves are better than the spring in autumn.
The west wind leaves are yellow, the dew is heavy and the chrysanthemum is fragrant, and the music of the rose is lifted from afar.
The flute on the river blows the fallen leaves all over the world, and the slanting sun shines on thousands of homes.
According to ten thousand families, people are at the end of the water, and they don't understand the will of Dongjun, and the temples are gorgeous.
Nanshan learns to pick roses, reflects firewood, and the west wind comes to bear fruit overnight.
Last night, the west wind arrived again, the rain was Xiaoxiang, and there was no one in the three stacks, only Cai Wei Ge Weiyang.
In autumn, the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are withered, the west wind blows the thin waist, and the rose pickers cross the Banqiao in the slanting sun.
Broken intestines, return to hometown, withered green trees, red leaves dyed autumn frost.
Cai Wei sings a mountain song, the sun is warm and the spring river is full of blue waves, the west wind of Modao is inexhaustible, and the autumn is full of fruits.
According to the small window, the water **, lovesickness is bitter, and the autumn sound is sent to sleep.
Fang Zheng picks roses, snow accompanies red plums, frost falls, autumn goes to winter and fragrance returns.
The west wind is bleak and the chrysanthemums are yellow, the grass and trees are wounded, red like fire, and the people who pick the roses are in the water**.
The autumn is high and cool, the west wind is full of frost, picking Weinan Mountain to find wild fun, and leisurely strolling in the sunset.
When the spring breeze blows the willows, who knows that the pillars of the building have thousands of peach and plum blossoms, and they are not as good as the cold plum and snow branches.
Ye Maozhi is prosperous and self-purifying, competing for glory, is it an ordinary thing, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a spring breeze.
The peach and plum are fragrant and fragrant, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the pillars are envious, so that they can take advantage of the spring breeze to go to school.
Thousands of strength, live up to the spring breeze leaves and flowers, Li Jingzhengrong.
The spring breeze is fragrant overnight, and the virtuous and virtuous are cultivated, and the peach and plum are all over the world, and the branches and leaves are more fragrant.
Dengmei reports the dawn branches, the garden is full of peaches and plums, the pillars have been outstanding since ancient times, and the spring breeze turns into rain.
In March, thousands of red and purple compete for fragrant branches, even the clouds rise, and the spring breeze turns into rain overnight.
The pillars of the spring breeze are fragrant, welcoming distinguished guests, and the garden is full of peach and plum fragrance.
When the rain melts, the pillars of peach and plum flowers compete for glory since ancient times, and the green branches are ten thousand branches.
Three or two branches of plum blossoms in a tree, different peach and plum buckets, the pillars have suffered many hardships since ancient times, and they will be in the spring breeze and rain.
Competing for Fangfei, it is useless for magpies to climb the pillars, and the spring breeze and rain moisten the heart.
Since ancient times, the pillars of the woods, several times the spring breeze and rain, the leaves are lush and the flowers are blooming, and the peaches and plums are blooming one after another.
One night of spring breeze genius gave new poems, Mo Yan peach and plum blossoms bloomed branches.
On a sunny day, the pillars of peach and plum fen become big trees, moistening the mountains and rivers.
Speechless and affectionate, the branches and leaves are lush and prosperous, living up to Lingyunzhi, turning into a spring breeze for thousands of miles.
Eight buckets of pillars are used, bathing in the spring breeze, the branches are lush and the flowers are splendid, and the peach and plum are fragrant and red everywhere.
Runfangzi, the world is strange, and the peach and plum are full of purple and high branches.
Ten thousand red corals, peach and plum wordless materials are few in the world, and the spring breeze once filled the embankment.
The fragrance is full of poems, the leaves are new, and the pillars are full of spring breeze and rain.
When the pillars are weak and the spring breeze turns into rain, the yellow orioles and peaches and plums on the branches bloom in a new way.
The embankment is full of green, the timber and wood are vague, the peach and plum have no color, and they cry freely.
The yellow orioles are singing green willows, competing for fragrance, and the spring breeze of the pillar building enters the gallery.
The fragrance of peach and plum fills the courtyard, Mu Chaoyang, and the people are envious, so that they can take advantage of the spring breeze to go to school.
The building will be poured into the pillars, the spring breeze and rain will moisten the hometown, and the branches and leaves will be lush and fragrant.
Run the hometown, nurture the pillars, the flowers are blooming, and the leaves are magnificent.
The winter snow is fluttering, the autumn moon is shining brightly on the world, the summer rain is silently moistening all things, and the spring breeze is smiling.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art