Wine, a large bowl of coarse tea jasmine, are all happy, laughter and laughter to the end of the house.
During the Qingming Festival, the lights are red and colorful, it is difficult to dream, and there are customers in tears at the end of the world.
The prosperity is not endless, and there is nowhere to go home, the village wine is drunk, and half red.
A fragrant tea is drunk at home, three cups of old cellar guests are like hemp, wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, and half a bowl of tea is poor when it meets good friends.
Countless came, Ye Lao Fen Tea did not know that it was a dream, and it seemed that he had not returned home yet.
The sail is light like a dream, the smoke and water in the middle of the lake are as light as sorrow, the west wind blows down the pear blossom rain, and the river shines on the passenger boat.
The fishing fire is cold and the sun is shining on the lonely boat, and the spring water of a river is lovesick and raining.
The leaves and flowers become rain, the moon shines on the river and returns to the sky, which is the hometown.
The tide on the river is thousands of feet, the rain is falling by the West Lake, where is the sail, and the smoke trees of Wuling are swaying.
Return to the sail and set sun, smoke, wind and rain without fear, smiling at the river and sky thousands of miles of boats.
The wind blows the willows, the waves hit the boats, and the river still rains unknowingly.
The rain and willows are long, the river is clear and the waves are far away, and the smoke cage is the hometown.
The eastward flow does not count the years, the rain moistens the heart, and the sail is lit up to spread out the smoke.
The return sail point is vaguely like an old man, and the rain hits the plantain and runs east day and night.
In another year, thousands of miles saw off the ship, and the distant shadow went with the waves, accompanied by willow smoke.
The light boat chases the water, when to rest, and returns to the sail far away from the cold mountain and the moon is full of buildings.
A flat boat carries back the sail, the cage is smoky, the sound of plantains is constant, and the fishing fire in the river shines sleeplessly.
The world is full of smoke, the sail is far away between the water and clouds, and the river wind blows the duckweed boat.
It's a good autumn, flowing eastward, going with the wind, and the ancient ferry head of the cold mountain.
Looking at the north of the broken river, listening to the rain of the remnants of the eaves and complaining to the east, returning to the sail with the flowing water, the smoke trees are vast and fall into a dream.
Guifan is in sight, and the rain is clear and the sky is clear to sit and watch the fisherman.
Where are the people, the sky comes, the river passes away leisurely, and the spring breeze and rain moisten the flowers.
The autumn wind is raining and the rain is bleak, the lonely boat on the river returns to the sail one day, and the smoke and waves are free to fly.
Blowing the jade face, the rain hits the banana and tears are flowing, and the cold water and moon are difficult to return to the sail.
The water is even in the sky, the distant trees are slight, the plantain people are not sleeping, and the lotus picking boat.
The clouds cover the moon, the sail is thousands of miles away, and the river is leisurely with rain and reborn.
Thinking of the rain in the north, a piece of catkins was brought with the wind, and the mud was moist and green.
A river of spring water blows several degrees of autumn, where is the sail, making people worried.
A return to the sail and the sunset is red, the smoke and waves are vast and the sky is connected, the wind and rain are fearless, and the smile is proud of the river and the sky sings Datong.
I don't know when I will rest, I don't know how much I will be sad about the end of the world, I am vaguely a guest, and I ask you when you will go upstairs together.
Don't mourn yourself, wandering alone at sunset, where to go, a bright moon enters the window.
The twilight is vast and the moon hangs in the sky, listening to the wind and whispering, and a few jackdaws are noisy at night.
Hanging on the treetops, the jackdaws can't stop crying in the twilight, crossing the river bridge.
The trail wanders and mourns alone, the jackdaw falls on the moss at a few o'clock, the west wind twilight urges people to grow old, when will the bright moon shine on me.
Crying in the evening forest, wandering the path twilight urges people to get old, when will the bright moon shine on my heart.
The twilight sun is slanting in the west, the bright moon is shining in the sky on my house, the path is wandering, and there are a few noisy reeds.
The moon and breeze are clear, the twilight is dusk, and the jackdaws are wandering a few times, and the night is already deep.
The rain lingered for a long time, and a few cold people disappeared and came out of the mountains.
The sound of the sun is slanting in the west, wandering alone and feeling the beauty of things, the vast and distant trees, and the breeze and bright moon are whose homes.
The distant mountains are green in the twilight, accompany me, the trail wanders and the flowers move, and the jackdaws count the night sky.
Who's house, the cage is blue yarn, and the jackdaw trail on the tree counts the plum blossoms.
The trail is staggering, the old trees and jackdaws are gone, and a bright moon shines on the railing.
The jackdaw is noisy, the flowing water wanders alone, and the bright moon enters the window in the twilight.
The twilight is vast and the moon is hazy, and the jackdaws are noisy in the evening sky under the trees.
Illuminating the Qingjiang River, the vast night is not young, the jackdaws can't stop crying, and tears are coming.
The trail is beautiful, the sunset is gone, and the twilight is vast and the moon shines brightly.
The old tree jackdaw makes noise in the evening breeze, in the sunset, where does the twilight return, and the bright moon hangs in the blue sky.
The twilight is vast and the night is not young, a bright moon shines on the west chamber, and the jackdaws are noisy and cool under the trees.
Come into a dream, go upstairs, leave people's expectations, wander around the tree to mourn.
The spring breeze lingers for a long time, a few jackdaws come into the eyes, where is the twilight, and a bright moon shines on the tower.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art