Far away, the book brocade, thousands of miles away, the heart follows the word goose to Xiaoxiang.
The mud swims freely, the water is free, the sky is floating, and a leaf is light on the lake.
A leaf light boat chases the waves high, the willow silk floats, the peach source realm, and the beautiful scenery in the world is delicate.
The sun is beautiful and the water is shaken, and the paradise is free, and the beautiful scenery in the world is beautiful.
Nothing to do, free life is not lonely, the flat boat goes with the water, and half a pot of turbid wine drifts with the wind.
Leisurely among the water and clouds, the heaven and the earth are wide, the jade belt is floating in the sky, and the flat boat is a leaf to sail.
The flat boat is swaying in the wind, and the clouds and mist are drifting in the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Floating in the sky, a light boat is free of the river and seafarers, and the fishermen are in office.
Leisurely and free to dance with the wind, let me go, thousands of miles of jade belt in the sky, light boat with pride.
The light boat chases the water, the fragrance floats for ten miles, and the breeze swings the small building.
The willow silk floats, a light boat crosses the small bridge, and the guests on the lake are leisurely and free to let the fish shake.
I was at ease and let the ups and downs, go with the wind, and float to the end of the world.
Spend a good night, the sky and the earth are free, the sky is floating jade belt, and the waves are swinging.
Life is like a cloud of smoke, I am also free between heaven and earth, thousands of miles of jade belt floating in the sky, flat boat across the south of the Yangtze River.
Walking in the water, the catkins float to the Xiaoyao River to get guests, why do you have to fish freely.
Let me float in the sky, the light boat is a leaf by the waves, a paradise, a bridge of wind and rain in the world.
The red dust of the idle clouds and wild cranes is not lonely, and the turbid wine of a flat boat is accompanied by the wind.
Yun Ren to stay, how to cross the sea thousands of sails, a leaf boat.
A leaf is drifting, the flowers are flying in the waves, there is nowhere to go, and you can enjoy fishing at ease.
Floating on the water, happy fishing, flat boat with the wind, smiling at the floating clouds floating in the sky.
Apricot stamens yellow, rice flowers, wild chrysanthemums, green pines, proud snow frost.
The leaves of the forest are getting cooler, and the wild chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence are not dissociated, and they blow all over the ground overnight.
The wild chrysanthemum is fragrant, the red leaves of the forest are fragrant, and the autumn wind of Modao is golden everywhere.
The autumn wind and the fallen leaves are dyed golden, and the frost is dawn and the corner of the fence is fragrant alone.
The ground is full of mourning, Xiao Se Yan wanders, does not dissociate from people's will, and is proud of the snow.
The night is dyed with frost, it is fragrant, and the autumn wind blows all over the ground.
Wild chrysanthemums bloom all over the courtyard fragrant, geese become rows, do not dissociate from people's minds, blow off the sycamore leaves and yellow.
The sunset on the West Mountain is dyed golden, the cool autumn breeze sends the evening cool, and the wild chrysanthemum is fragrant and proud of the snow and frost.
The night is slightly cool, fragrant alone, blowing fallen leaves, still spitting fragrance.
Mo Shangye chrysanthemum fragrance is far away, the frost and dew on the branches are condensed and cold, the autumn wind is not dissociated, and the yellow flowers are blown off all over the ground.
The autumn wind is bleak and the grass and trees are yellow, and the frost-dyed maple forest and wild chrysanthemum are as light as fragrance.
Blooming, dancing in the autumn wind, looking at the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, the frost-dyed forest is different red.
The wild chrysanthemum is fragrant and the autumn wind blows the leaves, and the golden armor in the garden is new and yellow.
Everywhere is fragrant, the geese are lined up on frosty days, and the autumn wind does not solve the branches and leaves are yellow.
Send cool, the golden maple forest everywhere is red like fire, and it is as bright as makeup.
The ground is full of yellow, Xiao Se goose flies south, and the wild chrysanthemum branches on the edge of the fence are extraordinarily fragrant.
Thousands of miles of incense, the east fence wild chrysanthemum is not dissociated, and it blooms all over the rehmannia ground.
Wild chrysanthemums bloom thousands of miles of geese, do not dissociate from people's minds, and the leaves are yellow.
The autumn wind is bleak and the geese are flying south, the fallen leaves are scattered and the ground is yellow, the frost-dyed maple forest is red like fire, and the dew condenses the wild chrysanthemum as light as makeup.
The sunset is golden, the cool autumn breeze sends the evening cool, the fragrance welcomes the distant guests, and the green pine is proud of the snow and frost.
The courtyard is full of incense, the geese are in a row, out of people's minds, and the sycamore leaves are blown off and yellow.
The wind is full of fragrance in the courtyard, the flowers are golden, urging people to grow old, and the wild chrysanthemum fence laughs at me crazy.
Mo Dao tonight the moonlight is cool, the chrysanthemums are yellow, and outside the thousands of mountains, he is drunk and asleep.
Who said that the woman is lovesick and full of tears, tomorrow the spring breeze blows the catkins, and tonight I will meet you again in my dream.
Returning for another spring, where is not ecstasy tonight, there is no way to send ten thousand words, only to pay the lovesickness to the sunset.
Mo Dao is cold tonight, full of people, day and night are all dreams, thousands of words are just waiting for leisure.
Talking and laughing like a tiger back then, chanting this sunset is like a rainbow, I don't know where to return tomorrow, I hope to be drunk in a dream tonight.
Blowing fallen leaves, where will a thousand words return tomorrow, and fall asleep.
I don't know what tomorrow will be, there is a lot of moonlight, thousands of miles of lovesickness are not finished, and dreams are stumbling towards the flowers.
The moonlight is new tonight, the breeze is spring tomorrow, the flowers are all dreams, and a thousand words are always true.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art