The two places are linked, a line is connected, Chanjuan enjoys tonight's reunion.
The moonlight is enchanting, thousands of miles of Chanjuan love the jade rabbit, and the acacia is in the sky.
The reed flowers fall all over the stream, the egrets cross the long causeway, and the flat boat returns at dusk at the beginning of the fishing song.
The wind sends the flat boat into the clouds, and two or three egrets swing the fishing boat.
Swinging the waves, the flat boat chases the waves, the low-flying fish play in the water, and the dance is swaying.
Leisurely playing in the pond, the willow silk is long, and the flat boat falls asleep with a leaf of fishing songs.
The reed flowers are flying all over the sky like snow, the play is slight, the fishing song rises on the river, and the flat boat carries the beauty.
A flat boat chases the waves, the fishing song is full of red rivers in the evening, and two or three egrets and reeds swing in the water.
Singing the evening boat, between the water and clouds, flying in the sky, and the reed flowers reflect the sun.
A line of egrets fall on the flat sand, the reed flowers on both sides of the river reflect the sunset, where the flat boat crosses the wilderness, and the fishing song is my home.
A line of water in Luhuadang, a line of water, a fishing song on the river sits alone to fish the sun.
The rivers and lakes are far away, singing the sunset, the egrets fly to find the old dreams, and the reeds are my home.
The fishing song sings the sunset, and a few leaves of the boat fly to find the old traces, and it is homely in the reed flowers.
Such as passers-by, the reed flowers are like Feihong, and the flat boat is not tied to the fishing song into a dream.
Full of ferry, a line of egrets sing where to return at night, let them stay.
Pan Qingbo, fishing songs are often sung late, and egrets fly like snow dances.
Singing and returning late, the boat carrying the wine egret flew away, and the flowers were green.
The egret and his line are like snow reflecting the slanting sun, carrying the autumn wind and singing late.
There are people in the depths of the reeds, the egrets play leisurely in the water, a fishing song returns to the evening, and the boat is full of moonlight.
A leaf rises and falls, the fishing songs on the river are sung to this day, I don't know where to go, and the reeds are still smiling.
Singing the sunset, drunk lotus pond, flying in the sky, ten miles of reed flowers fall asleep.
Traveling in the sky, the snow is full of Tingzhou, the weeping poplar shore, only the fishing song is sung in late autumn.
One night, the reed flowers are all over the ground, the sun is playing, the smoke rises, and the rippling boat returns to its hometown.
The charm of the fishing song is long, the egret flies to find the old dream, and the reed flower is the hometown.
The fishing song is under the water, the flat boat carries wine and the ripples are clear, the egrets fly to and fro, and the reeds dance for ten miles.
The egret flies obliquely in the autumn water, the evening breeze is light, a leaf goes with the waves, and the fishing song on the river accompanies the moonlight.
The autumn water reed flowers are harvested, the egret descends to Tingzhou, where does the fishing song return late, and the flat boat on the river is allowed to stay.
Send the dust, look at the hometown after years of news, and look forward to returning to people.
Where is the lonely sail going, the road is slim, Mo Dao's hometown has nowhere to be found, and the family letter is thousands of miles away.
The red dust is fragrant in the dream, the lonely sail is a piece of water**, the bright moon in the hometown is still there, and Chanjuan is holding it together.
Where are the people, thousands of miles of wind and dust have not returned, the sky is gone, and the white clouds are deep in the distant mountains.
Thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River have been separated from their hometown for three years, the world is far away, and the lonely sail is long and long.
Two or three stars, where is the hometown of the distant water and Changtian, a total of zero.
The green mountains on both sides of the strait are relatively far away, the lonely sail is between the water and clouds, the bright moon in my hometown is still there, and I am still alive for thousands of miles.
Thinking of my hometown, thousands of miles away where to go, far away from the end of the world to see the broken intestines.
Thousands of miles from the south, people from their hometowns, the end of the world is inexhaustible, and the lonely sail sends late spring.
Listen to the waves and water lapping the mountains and the sunset, and look back at the hometown thousands of miles to the end of the world.
The sound is far away, where is the lonely hometown, and I look forward to returning to the people.
Hometown several autumns, a thousand miles of tears are difficult to collect, it has passed dusk, only the breeze to send a boat.
Thousands of miles of dreams are haunted, the moon is full, the road is far away and the mountains are difficult to gather, and where to find a lonely sail at the end of the world.
The sea and the sky are open, and the most is the hometown of thousands of miles to wander.
The vast mountains are far away, where is the hometown of a lonely sail, and the moon shines sleeplessly.
The bright moon shines on the high-rise buildings, the acacia is a few autumns, and a lonely sail looks at the distant boat.
Thousands of miles of travel, the bright moon shines on the cold window, and the end of the world is close at hand, and the lonely sail crosses the river.
Between the water and clouds, the vast expanse comes into view, where is the hometown, send it back to the ship.
People go far away, the water flows long, and the hometown of Mingyue Chanjuan is a common move.
The autumn water looks at the hometown in the long sky, the geese become a line, where does a piece return, and the bright moon and breeze send it away.
Thousands of miles of smoke and waves are open, the bright moon in the hometown shines on the building, and the end of the world is close at hand.
In the blue water, Ren Xidong is still there, and the lovesickness shines on the dream.
Far away Dai green mountains near the water is long, the lonely sail is in the vastness, the bright moon in the hometown is still there, thousands of miles of lovesickness according to the dream.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art