The spring breeze is intentionally ruthless, and the leaves are sorrowful, and they stay until Ming Qingshui is far away.
Ancient and modern things, people come and go, the wind and snow are common, and you are at ease when you are in love.
The mountains and flowers are full of water flowing east, and the remnants of the Ming and Qing dynasties are dark, and the tears of the old dream are red.
More calmly, thousands of miles of rivers and heavens are in love, and they will stay until the Ming and Qing dynasties to sacrifice the heroic spirits.
The spring water is green, the apricot blossoms are speechless, and there are few people on the long road.
In the Ming and Qing dynasties, the ancestors were sacrificed, and the wind and the sun were homesick.
Flowers are full of tears, clear water, Ming and Qing Dynasty paper money flies thousands of miles, and dreams are more than a thousand years.
The wind blows infinitely overnight, who is comparable to the world, let me do it.
The warmth and coldness of the people are calm, the world is cold, the rain and the wind, the mountains and lakes are all in the painting, and the Ming and Qing dynasties are not in this heart.
The willows on the riverside, the mountains and lakes are extraordinarily delicate, the soft breeze is noisy in spring, and the love is all about joy.
The rain is sunny, the song is walking, the thousand silks are green, and the butterflies are dancing and the peach blossoms are all kinds of love.
The night is cold, the shadow is sad, and outside the mountains, the silver light is sprinkled on the passenger ship.
The night is hazy and the moon shadow is cold, leaning on the railing, lovesick tears, turning into a stream of brilliance reflecting the pool.
The red sun rises in the east and sprinkles the colorful clouds flying, the jade wheel hangs high and the sky is pure, and the mountain shadow is hazy into the cuiwei.
All things in the world are born, and the brilliance reflects the sky, hanging high above the world, and the laurel shadow is in a dream.
The jade ice soul is incense, the shadow is in pairs, the moon is light and elegant and clear like water, and it is sprinkled on the first few lines of the world.
The flowers of the clear water pond are moving, the breeze is jade flute and willow silk, and the slanting sun is sprinkled outside the green mountains, and a touch of afterglow reflects the gallery.
Divide the cold and warm, the clear light is sprinkled and the lovesickness is incomprehensible, and the front is a painting screen.
Silver light sprinkled all over the world, according to the ancient and modern, the jade mirror hung thousands of miles away, and Chang'e cried to the shadow.
Yuyu colorful clouds fly, clear water and green mountains are slightly shadowed, and the sky is clear and the moon is bright, sprinkled and do not want to return.
Light ink fragrance, ice muscle jade bone proud frost, thousands of mountains and snow, plain silver glow thousands of miles long.
The bright moon shines in front of the small window, lovesick and bitter, and Gu Ying wanders alone.
The first rate, where is the jade spirit of Toad Hui Wanli now, go up to the small building.
In the sound of the jade flute, another year, the moon moves the flower shadow in front of the window, and no one sweeps the clear light all over the ground, sprinkling acacia to the pillow.
The night is cold, and the clear light is sprinkled with incomprehensible lovesickness, and he still wanders around Gu Yingpian.
The world is mournful, the cold light and cold moon shine on the tower, where is the ice heart and jade spirit now, and I fall into a dream.
The jade mirror hangs high and the laurel shadow dances in the autumn, and the world is full of sorrow for a bright moon.
The light reflects the blue stream, and the breeze blows down three thousand miles, the first floor.
Thousands of miles shine in the clear autumn, sprinkling a little sorrow in the world, hanging high in the sky, and Chang'e's lonely shadow is empty.
The world is full of poetry, sending lovesickness, where is the ice heart and jade spirit now, and Guiying is late to fall into a dream.
The willow tops, reflecting the small building, the bright moon sprinkled a few sorrows in the air.
The curtain hook on the shadow of the flower, the sound of the jade flute is full of hatred in the world, and the afterglow is dyed in the autumn.
The first spring in the world, thousands of miles shine brightly, and there are tears in the soul of the ice heart and jade soul.
The jade wheel hangs high and dances lightly, and the bright moon is sprinkled with stars all over the sky.
Let me do it, get drunk and laugh all my life, change the world, and shine the night.
Liu Ling was drunk and unconscious, shining in the lonely city, and the flowing fireflies lit up and urged away the stars.
The stars are sparse and the moon is bright, the night sky is bright, the lights are lit, the long river is surging, and Liu Ling is drunk and sleeping.
The fireflies light up the night sky, a star in the sky and the world, and the long river invites the moon to drunk Liu Ling.
The sunset is late, the poetry in the wine, the universe changes, and the fireflies surround the branches.
Liu Ling was drunk and didn't wake up, the sunset over the long river was red, the fireflies flew into a dream in the middle of the night, and the stars and the moon shone brightly on the sky.
It is difficult to find the sky in the water, and the long river is vast, and Liu Ling is a drunken fairy.
According to the ruins, a pot of wine, the stars move the world and the world change, and the fireflies light up the night pearl.
Drunk Liu Ling was half-awake from wine, the sunset of the long river broke through the blue sky, and the stars were dry and the night was bright.
Another year, in front of the small window, Liu Ling was drunk and asleep at sunset over the long river.
The night is not young, the stars are shifting, the east wind is strong, and the drunkenness is crazy.
At a glance, drunk and lying in the restaurant building, the stars move and turn to the fireflies and do not know the sorrow.
With a scoop of wine, the long river lights up the sky and the moon and moves across the magpie bridge.
The stars move to light up the sleepless night, the sunset is thousands of sails, and the drunken fairy is drunk.
Under the moon, the fireflies are dancing, the stars are sparse and the night is quiet, and the long river is vast and endless, and I want to get drunk with Liu Ling.
The long river is bright in January, Liu Ling is drunk and sleeping, fighting and changing, and there are no fireflies shining in the night sky.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art