Spread the backyard, around the front village, with tears in his voice and smile.
There is a sound of heaven, laughter and laughter sing the beauty of China, and the water rhyme flows in the spring of China.
Silently moisten the lotus, tactfully swing the heart waves, poetic and picturesque mountain singing praise.
A song of mountain songs and paintings has infinite rhyme, and Tang Yin and Song Rhythm are happy in the blue sky.
The rhyme is swaying, the mountain song is rippling with blue waves, the clear sound spreads thousands of miles, and there are many praises.
Xiao Se sends a clear sound, full of gold, and a song of mountain songs and paintings is intoxicating.
The fairy wind bones are rare in the world, out of the cuiwei, the yellow oriole can't stop singing, and the clouds and mist are lifted to see the morning light.
Looking at the peaks and mountains in the distance, the clouds and mist are full, and the waterfall is around the mountains and rivers up close, and the Yao Pond on the clear spring stone falls this immortal.
Like a stream of water, go up to a tall building, invite the bright moon, and dream endlessly.
A vein of clear spring stone is born, the fairy wind bone is formed from nature, and the clouds and mist are three thousand zhang, bypassing the twelve peaks of Wushan.
The fairy wind and bones are clear and the spring washes the jade face, and the purple air comes to the east to see the real mountain.
Cover the mountains, around the painting boat, the clear springs on both sides of the river are endless, and the peach blossom source is a fairy.
The green mountains and green water surround the strange peaks, the clouds and mist are ethereal and the stones are endless, and it is suspected that it is the Yao Pond and the Immortal Palace.
Wash the vulgar heart, three cups of old wine drunk fairy sound, clear the clouds and smoke around the woods.
Since leisurely, a vein of clear spring yellow orioles singing green willows, see the blue sky.
The mountains and rivers are far away, the cypress surrounds the stone bridge, and the clear spring is a fairy family falling into the sky.
Around the purple smoke, close to see the clouds and mist flying down, the river falls nine immortals.
A clear spring is drunk with the end of the world, ethereal and can't hide, and surrounds people's homes.
The fairy wind road bones are unparalleled in the world, a vein of clear spring out of the river, around the tree yellow oriole singing green willows, clear the clouds and mist to see the rising sun.
The clouds and mist are hidden, the stream is gurgling around the temple gate, the clear spring is endless, and the fairy wind and bones exist in the world.
Around the city, like a dream, the flow is endless, where to find the fairy country.
The fragrance of the moon flows, the wind dances and the drunken immortals, looking for elegance, and the light song is graceful around the forest.
The fairy wind is proud of the sky, reflecting the rainbow, auspicious and around, and seeing the true face of the clouds and mist.
The clouds and mist surround the green mountains, and the clear spring stone listens to the flowing water, which is suspected to be the peach source of the world.
In the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the clouds and mist of the distant mountains are hazy, and the flowing water is dingdong, which is suspected to be the drunken painting screen of the fairy family.
The water on the clear spring stone is murmuring, falling to the immortals, the chaos can not be covered, and a wisp of green smoke surrounds the mountain.
The fairy air is full of jade dew, the clear spring is clear and washes the dust, the mountains and rivers surround people and are intoxicated, and the clouds and mist drift into a deep dream.
Lock the peak waist, ten thousand wisps of cooking smoke clear spring fly waterfall, looking for fishing wood.
Wrap around the beam for three days without dust, at ease, the clear spring on the stone flows elegant rhyme, and the fairy wind is a poet.
The new tea is boiled on the stone, and it is suspected that it is the blue yarn under the fairy e, and the people in the clouds and mountains are not seen, and the aroma surrounds thousands of homes.
Hugh asks the word, the clear spring is flavorful and cooks tea, looking for yellow birds, and the front of Yunwu Mountain is my home.
Where is the home of the bosom friend in the high mountains, the clouds sound outside, and the small bridge and flowing water fall the peach blossoms.
The song is ancient, the breeze and the moon are far away, regardless of the year.
The night rain knocks on the window non-stop, the falling flowers and flowing water are ruthless, and it is difficult to find people anywhere, only the mountains make a harmony.
Sing the wind, the mountains look up to stop the flowing water for thousands of years, and the drums and bells are ringing for thousands of years.
The high mountain is not old, the bosom friend is difficult to find without a trace, a long howl is shocking, and the clouds fall into a dream.
The clear song of the clouds and flowing water has sounded to this day, and there is Yaoqin above Mo Dao's bosom friend.
The clouds are roaring, the flowing water is ignorant of where to find the sound, and tears are pouring down.
Where to find a bosom friend, looking up at the mountains can not be found, ruthless flowers are intentional, and the empty valley sounds the qin.
Looking up at a Kunlun, there are a few people, resounding and chasing the sun and the moon, and the song washes the wind and dust with the flowing water.
The affection is strong, the sound is clear, and the bosom friend is thousands of miles high and the pine is not old.
The song resounded nine times, the clouds and flowing water are not far from the end of the world, only the mountains are with me.
Bosom friends are not available, a song solves a thousand sorrows, and the first floor of the world.
The murmuring water and clouds are good poems, and Mo Dao's bosom friend is stupid.
The clear rhyme, the flowing water guqin sounds, not far away from the end of the world, thousands of miles of love.
Bosom friends are unusual, crazy for whom, flowing clouds and ringing in all directions.
Looking up at the mountains is not free, looking for the marquis, the long howl is shocking, and the flowing water and clouds are left to stay.
Flowing water is difficult to eliminate eternal hatred, falling flowers are empty and sorrowful for thousands of years, and bosom friends are not boating in the mountains.
Earthquake in the sky, different, nowhere to find, a song to sing heroes.
Bosom friends meet at the end of the world, looking up at the high mountains and foggy veils, the flowing water is ruthless and the flowers are intentional, and the breeze sends me a pipa.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art