**10,000 Fans Incentive Plan
Yang Hua flew to the west, and the sound of apes on both sides of the strait fell to Yangzhou.
The east neighbor, the north water flow, the compatriots on both sides of the strait work together, a cloud of smoke and rain fishing boats.
The willows on both sides of the Yellow River are long, the smoke and rain are hazy and flow through the ages, and the east wind sends warm flowers.
Lock the heavy building, the green mountains on both sides of the river look at the collection, and the long river in the east is not full of ancient and modern sorrows.
To the east of the small bridge, the river flows and the green mountains smile at each other, Ren Pingsheng.
The peach blossoms are red, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is strong, and the water flow is not endless.
It is dusk, and the green mountains on both sides of the river are thousands of miles, all ancient and modern.
The water flow car Ma Xi came to the years to urge, the ape couldn't stop crying, Diaoyu Tai.
Thousands of gullies rush into the sea in the east, the water flows through the ages, the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the smoke and rain are at the end of the world.
Spring on both sides of the sky, the smoke and rain are hazy and lock the green mountains, the flowers fall with the wind, and the purple air from the east fills the world.
Drunk and hazy, green and red, welcoming the rising sun, the water flow thousands of miles in the drawing.
Moon water things, now can not be chased, wind and rain road, thinking about the snow and frost of the old days.
I still remember the ancient battlefield of the year, remember the vastness, the smoke of gunpowder, only the vicissitudes of life accompanied by the sunset.
Back then, I remembered the spring breeze and blue waves, the past has become an old dream, and the vicissitudes of life have been wasted.
Now where to find, the vicissitudes of life are known to a few people, the past has become a memory, and I still remember the laughter of the year.
The vicissitudes of life do not change the color of the year, another spring, the moonlit night in the south of the Yangtze River, and the snow and frost in the north.
I still remember the downward trend of the year, and I vaguely remember the past, and now I look back on where people are, and I can't dream of all the vicissitudes of life.
Entering the official career, I still remember that it was after dusk, and Sang had a book.
The past can not be left now, a few spring and autumn, Qingshan is still there, who remembers the marquis of ten thousand households.
Don't change the dream of the year, the wind and rain and now another spring, once remembered the moonlit night in the south of the Yangtze River, and the snow and frost morning in the north.
In the lower reaches of the month, I still remember the past, where are the people, and I have experienced several autumns after the vicissitudes of life.
I remember that I still remember the old times, the moon in front of the window, and the vicissitudes of my temples.
A year has passed, and the vicissitudes of time have been stormy roads, old mountains and rivers.
The vicissitudes of life are a few sentimental, the past and now in the dream, I remember the wind and rain of the road, I still hear the sound of horses' hooves in my ears.
An old man, vaguely past, is already after dusk, full of vicissitudes of life and sunset.
I once remembered this on stage, I still saw the mountain flowers blooming, and the past has become an old dream, and I have gone through it all over again.
From ancient times to the present, the years are free, and the green mountains are not old, and the eagle eagle was shot back then.
The mulberry years are long, and now I don't remember the events of the year, and I go around my ears.
At that time, the old battlefield was like smoke in the past, and the autumn wind was rising, and the vicissitudes of life were stained with frost.
The front edge of the ancient temple is remembered, sleeping together, and now it is after dusk, and it has gone through the vicissitudes of life for another day.
I don't know the way, what does it mean, and I still remember reading together in my dream.
Jun still lives under the bamboo, and I am also the Double Ninth Festival, full of vicissitudes of life.
I once remembered the Huansha Creek, the spring breeze blew the willow embankment, and now only the vicissitudes of life can not bear the question.
Now where is the vicissitudes of life, in a dream, I still remember the joy of that time.
Old Qiao Song, listening to the twilight bell in the vastness, where to find the fairy trail, according to the decay.
Accommodating three rooms, five willow traces, and several pines in the shadow of the bell chime.
As soon as I go to the end of the world to find the old traces, remember the sound of the voice, the bell outside the temple is far away, and I still hear the wind and rain in the middle of the night.
The mountain temple hears the middle of the night in the middle of the night, the pine wind and bamboo shadow and the moon are hazy, and the sound and smile look like the old friends.
Bamboo thousand heavy, midnight bell, can't be found, empty as before.
In the mirror, Zhu Yan is haggard, where to find the end of the world, the bell outside the Hanshan Temple is far away, and the west wind is pine all night.
If you want to find a peach paradise, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful and pine-winded into a dream.
The fifth watch bell, accompanied by the old pine, where to find the sound in the dream, the end of the world is nowhere to be seen.
In the middle of the night, the wind is cold and the snow is pressing, and the lonely lamp sits alone without a trace, only acacia accompanied by the moon.
Reflecting the beautiful appearance, looking for the fairy trail in the depths of the white clouds, the bell knocks the pine wind of the ancient temple into the painting.
Looking for the traces, the vague bell woke up in the dream, shining on the cold pine.
Passing the valley, the pine wind sends the evening cool, and the mountains and lakes look for traces to the fairy township.
In the heart, where is the fairy of the ancient temple bell, and the sea cannot be guessed.
The mountains are empty and there is no trace, the ancient temple Zen sound is far away, and the fog is hidden and loose.
The white crane flies alone and disappears, the green mountains are still flowing with water, the bells of the thousand-year-old temple are far away, and the twilight of the pine wind is thick.
Outside the temple rings the morning bell, the green cypress and pine reflect the sun red, the millennium does not change, and the visitors are looking for the fairy trail.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art.