To the end of the world, reflecting Caixia, in March, the double flying swallow into whose house.
The green willows are like smoke, the intestines are drunk and sleepy, red like fire, and the double flying swallows are dancing.
One night, the apricot blossoms are full of branches, the spring pond is pruned, the wine is left from the people, and the willow silk in the south of the green river is green.
The swallows and apricot blossoms bloom all over the garden, and the east wind urges the green willows overnight, and the poetic and picturesque wine sleeps.
There are fewer confidants in a thousand cups, the green mountains and rivers are thousands of miles long, the apricot blossoms are just right in spring, and the double flying swallows dance in the sun.
The east wind blows green all over the world, drunk and falling, the apricot blossoms are red like fire, and a pair of swallows go to whose house.
The rain in Xinghua Village is like silk, the return of the swallow is unknown, and the wine is not smiling when the gentleman is smiling, and the spring breeze is green and young.
Whoever falls, the drizzle blows the green willows in the east wind, and it is the end of the world.
The east wind deliberately urges poetry wine, moistens the green moss, the apricot blossoms are red like fire in March, and a pair of swallows cut spring.
Blowing green thousands of silks, the spring color is sultry into the wine, the apricot blossoms are red like fire in March, and the swallows are cut into poems.
Apricot blossom rain, swallows have no intention of willow smoke, people are easy to get drunk, in front of a curtain of dreams in front of the green window.
In spring, the swallows and apricot blossoms are full of branches, and they are interesting to each other, and they are chanting poems and painting wine at that time.
Blowing wine, a new green river fell into the painting building.
The rain outside the green poplar smoke is slight, the wine seller is drunk and does not return, the apricot blossoms are red like fire in March, and a pair of swallows cut Chunhui.
Blooming all over the village, the mud swallow sends a warm glass of wine, and the drunk spring green soul.
Spring breeze flying swallows, a curtain of smoke and rain apricot blossoms, yellow warblers on the green poplar branches, and the bridge head waits for passenger ships.
The dream of green willows is difficult to come true, and the sound of drizzle in front of the building in Xinghua Village.
Meaning to promote the bud green, the autumn moon without apricot blossoms in the village, cut the long sky.
The people in the village are like jade, the swallow building is like a hook, the intestines are thousands of knots, and the spring breeze blows green hills.
Everywhere is verdant, the flowers are thicker, the lights are intoxicating, and the city is full of peony red.
At the end of the year, they are different, and the maple leaves are as bright as a rainbow after frost.
The night is clear, the candles are red and the wine is green in the four seasons of spring, so why not be afraid of the uneven road in the Ming Dynasty.
The pomegranate flowers are different red, the lights reflect the sky, and the Ming Dynasty road in April is not passable.
Where to find the fragrance from spring and autumn, the lonely shadow of the residual lamp is sleepless and looks red.
The snow is full of sky, where to find the trace, the fragrance of the green is still there, and the shadow is not heavy.
Last night, thousands of homes were white, thousands of trees were red, and Mo Dao returned to see green again.
A touch of sunset is red like fire, green like blue, winter goes to the world, and wait for the Ming Dynasty to see the peony.
Spring to the south of the Yangtze River willow green, the Ming Dynasty wind and rain to send the king, in front of the lamp to count the remnants of the red pavilion.
The person in the dream, one spring, nowhere to be found, the dim light accompanies me.
The lights and shadows are still vaguely dreaming, the small characters on the red note send affection, and the swallows fly away in spring, just waiting for the Ming Dynasty to be full of flowers.
The peach blossoms are still thick at night, and Mo Dao is in the sun again in spring.
Another round, looking for a bosom friend, the lonely shadow of the residual lamp is lovesick night, and the red sleeves add fragrance to the dreamer.
If you want to ask where the Ming Dynasty is going, no one sweeps the ground in spring and autumn, and only the dim light accompanies me to worry.
The night is deep, the small characters on the red note are stained with tears, and Chunshan is puzzled by the dream of the Ming Dynasty.
Welcome the dawn, neon lights on the earth, thousands of mountains and green, thousands of miles of territory.
Clear as snow, spring clouds are light as smoke, red and purple do not know the wind and rain before the lamp.
The moonlight is clear, and the small characters on the red paper dream go with the spring, and the city is full of flowers.
A tree of red plum lights illuminates the dusk, does not understand the news of spring, knocks on the door of the courtyard.
It is another year of spring benefits, the Ming Dynasty thousands of miles of guests returned, counting the flowers in front of the lamp, and did not feel that the green and red had been half decayed.
It's a new year again, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are always like spring, thousands of things are passers-by, and the lights don't see the old people.
The night is quiet, the autumn is deepening, there is nowhere to be found, and the Ming Dynasty is sunny and new.
The remnants of the blue water are cold, the night is long, and the double swallows are just looking forward to the reunion of the Ming Dynasty.
A night of wind and rain is full of spring in the city, the willow color is new, the old dream is turned, and the red note is sent in small characters.
The spring breeze once searched for thousands of miles, Mo Dao flowers bloomed unintentionally, and the magpies on the branches made good news.
What is the bitter invasion, a little heart is searched, the bees fly in spring, and the peach and willow are deep.
The spring breeze caresses the Yaoqin, making good sounds, where to send a heart, and Dongjun sends warmth to this day.
The spring breeze made trouble on the branches overnight, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds did not end, wanting to send the bright moon to the heart, Dongjun was puzzled.
In the Tibetan dream, Dongjun has a letter that is incomprehensible and lovesick, and the flowers are noisy.
One night, Dongjun green willow tops, chasing the spring tide, the magpies on the branches compete with each other, and they have no intention of looking for flowers to cross the small bridge.
The scenery is deliberately depicted, the peach and willow green are in the spring tide, the heart has been co-flowered, and the east is trying to compare Jiao.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art