The mountains and rivers in the hometown are like smoke, when the cape sleeps together.
The sun is slanting to the west, to my house, where is the end of the world, the flower in the dream of the acacia cape.
Dazed cape looking at the credit, where is the scenery at the end of the world, and when is the moonlight in another country.
There are many winds and rains, few friends and friends in other places, and the cape is always close at hand.
Everything is over, and it is difficult to see each other when you dream of returning to your hometown, and you will be in autumn several times.
Another year, close at hand, Chanjuan, the soul of the hometown is not full of moon.
To the end of the world, the scenery of Haijiao Yunshan is infinitely good, and the flowers are in the dream.
The mountains and rivers in the hometown are always about love, and the cape is reunited to live together.
Where do not fly flowers in the township, the spring breeze in the hometown comes to my house, looking at the end of the world and returning to the far road, and the acacia cape sends clouds.
The capes are each home, close to the end of the world and the moon, where to send the lovesickness, and the wanderers in other places are like hemp.
It's hard to get together, always pull the intestines, reunite on the day, and drink and talk to sleep.
Rare old dreams, sigh for the passing years, reunite, close to the end of the world and the full moon.
A leaf light boat falls asleep, looking at the slanting sun, there is no fragrant grass, and there is moonlight on the cape tonight.
The cape and green mountains and the bright moon shine on the new sorrows, when will the hometown reunite, drunk and lying in a foreign land as a prisoner.
At the end of the world, a leaf boat, wandering at the cape, when to rest, the hometown of the tears, dreaming of the moon tower in another country.
Spring back to the hometown of a hundred flowers, ten thousand trees cold, where to send the sea acacia, the end of the world when to return.
Long tired of being a guest in a foreign country, often thinking of the people in the dream of the hometown, it is difficult to see each other at the end of the world, and the cape clouds and mountains are always spring.
Expressing ambition, the end of the world splashes ink in the hometown of spring, and the red falls asleep.
Where is the end of life, it is my home, the scenery in my hometown is infinitely good, and the wine in another country is drunk.
The scenery in the hometown is good, it seems that the scenery of the hometown is new, and the cape is full of guests, and it is close to the acquaintance.
People are easy to get old, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning to their hometown, there is no fragrant grass, and there is a cuckoo in the cape.
The dazed cape is a line at the end of the world, infinitely good, and the beautiful scenery of other places is so fresh.
Thinking of my parents, I will reunite in my hometown and the lamp.
The mountains and rivers in the hometown are eternal, and the dream of a wanderer in another country is difficult to come true.
Books are difficult to send, birds fall and flowers fly to the deceased, and the courtyard of the Tian family welcomes each other with a smile.
I don't know that the frost leaves fall, the swimming fish prefer the fragrance of water and flowers, and the Tian family likes the autumn light the most, so people come to enjoy the coolness.
The old people saw that the Tian family had no wine, and they didn't know how to remember the birds when they were drunk.
The courtyard is quiet, and there is no reason to see the murmuring fish playing in the moon, and the birds ascend the building.
Jumping in the lonely pool, the birds are singing from the tree, where are the old people, the small courtyard of the Tian family is ploughing in spring.
Birds go to the flowers are empty, the grass grows on its own, and I want to ask where the Tian family is, so people meet and talk about spring ploughing.
Thousands of mountains outside, melons can be planted, and the fish book wants to send tears like hemp.
There is a field in the small courtyard, and the old people are not seen murmuring fish playing in the waves, and the mountains and forests are lush and the birds are singing in the sky.
Longmen water artesian, the sky and the moon are like hooks, so people see the old fishing boat of the Tian family.
The sound of birds breaks through the shadow of the willows in the clear waves, and the most important thing is that the Tian family meets to see the peach blossoms.
Farewell to other places, the Tian family sends spring again, does not come to the flowers and falls, complaining about the wind and dust.
There is wine to say, come with it, when the fish, crab and flowers fall into the empty mountain.
On the Diaoyu Island, watching the morning sun, singing the evening sunshine, the old people have nowhere to look, and the little sister of the Tian family greets each other with a smile.
The jade condensation beads beckoned the birds to get drunk, the mandarin ducks played in the water to make the fish happy, and the Tian family was the most old man talking and laughing.
Where to find, the willow silk hangs, the flying swallow is frightened, and the branch calls Zigui.
In March, the swallows of the Tian family flew, the old people met vaguely, the plumbing fish in the south of the Yangtze River competed, and the cold birds in the north did not return.
The shallow bottom of the fish is dancing with butterflies, and it is the most abundant year of the old man's small courtyard.
Who is the master, self-blind date, the Tian family has wine and must be drunk together, don't ask the old man in front of the bottle.
After the old people said goodbye, it was spring, and the Qing waves of the Mo Shangtian family were startled by the egrets, and the birds were singing and the green bamboos were drunk with red dust.
In the autumn, the old man invited me to go up to the tall building, and the fish flew on the shallow bottom and the sky was thousands of miles away.
Whoever is literate, the sound of birds correspondingly asks the West to meaning, and Le Taiping.
It's hard to see, the fish is happy, and I want to ask the Tian family to refer to the fragrance of rice flowers.
The rain has filled the village with water over the fields, so the autumn sand birds on the Diaoyu Island fly and disappear.
The fish swims shallow bottom and the high branch flowers Tufen, so the people come here and are thinking about Jun.
The night rain is urging people to sleep, the end of the world is close at hand, and the brothers are on the heights, and a piece of hometown sends nine springs.
It's hard to dream at hand, look at each other without words and tears, thousands of miles away from the brocade book, and listen to the sound of the night rain hitting the window.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art