The mountains are far away, and the company has a river, and the wine glass is not exhausted.
Desperate, even more wandering, I don't know who is the boarder, I have looked at the mountain a few times.
The wine glass was poured out and the moon wandered, and Cui Wei upstairs didn't know that he was a guest, and the mountain wind and rain came across the river.
What is it, the mountain flowers are rotten and the spring breeze is blooming, and Cui Wei is floating in the sunset.
The inscription verse, the yellow flower wine glass everywhere invites the moon to drink, and it is coming.
Unreachable, infinite love in the cup, the guest ascends to the depths of the sunset.
Lin Xiaofeng, Cui Wei Wanqian has many infatuated guests, and the first is the heavyest.
Ke Meng looked back at the depth of the five clouds, where is the cliff now, empty and self-contained.
The mountains and lakes reflect the blue sky, the light boat is the same as the guest, the wine glass is full of lovesickness, and the drunken eyes Cui Wei looks red.
Cui Wei is about to be destroyed, the wine glass is Penglai, the guest is on the line, and the mountains and lakes are open for me.
There is no need to urge, but also strong, what all, the two mountains are opposite to the first floor.
As a flower visitor, for the medicine mountain, the highest place, the wine glass when the face is opened.
The cliff Cui Wei stone path is horizontal, leaning towards the sky, the guest in the clouds, why bother Pengshan to ask the name.
When will the ancient temple bell sound the water far away, Cui Wei will snow in the mountains, and the turbid wine glass will be sad.
The birds wander, the path is deep and few guests come, looking for old dreams in the cup, where to find Cui Wei in the peach source.
A peak is abrupt Cui Wei, into the wine glass, I don't know where to go, the chaotic mountains are deep and the white clouds are locked.
Idle wine glass to invite the evening breeze, Cui Wei stone wall stands in the sky, this body is Penglaike, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in a look.
Thousands of passengers, where is the cliff of a mountain with red leaves, and the cup is empty.
A bright moon shines on the window screen, where is home, drunk and looking for old dreams, waking up and sleepless.
Where to find the way back, the bright moon shines in the sky and is lonely, the night is quieter, and people are sleepless, and the turbid wine is drunk in the rivers and lakes.
Drunk Liuxia, not sleepy by the fence to see the falling flowers, where to go, the end of the world is my home.
The night is quieter, a wisp of drunken red dust, careless, close to the end of the world, the dream is broken.
The two contradict each other, and the three cups of the cape are drunk, and tears stain their clothes.
Where is my home at the end of the world, the bright moon and breeze taste tea together, the night is quieter and more sleepless, and the lovesickness is a wisp of drunken smoke.
Drunk and drunk, I don't know where to go with the breeze, and when will the ends of the earth rest.
Leaning on the railing without sleeping, drunk and vaguely old dreams, the bright moon shines through the ages, where is the home mountain.
Where to find Fangfei in the bright moon and breeze, raise a glass to invite the shadow to return in the middle of the night.
Looking for Fangfei everywhere, the bright moon is clearer, and people are sleepless, drunk and slanting.
Drunk thousands of homes overnight, listening to the falling flowers in front of the window, having the heart to shine on me, Qinghui thousands of miles to the end of the world.
The bright moon shines on thousands of homes, a total of one, drunk and infinitely good, and I don't sleep tonight to watch the lights.
A bright moon and the end of the world are broken, drunk and sleepless.
Dancing and singing, blue waves, a song to welcome distant guests, when you get home, you don't feel that the moon is bright.
A cup of fragrant tea and half a bowl of tea, three cups of belly is not boring, why should guests complain about Luoxia.
Drifting away guests, the cape and thousands of mountains have not arrived at home, and a cup of wine is difficult to eliminate a wisp of fragrant tea.
Before arriving at home, there is no one among the guests who have turbid wine, tea after the rain.
Thinking of his hometown, looking at the end of the world lonely, living in a different place and coming home again.
The night is not sun, the breeze and the moon do not realize that the sky is about to be late, and the sound is drunk.
The guest land Chongyang sent cool to his home, raised wine to invite the bright moon, and tasted weak tea.
I can't dream of going home for ten years, Klook goes to the end of the world, and a glass of wine can't eliminate the hatred in my heart, just because lovesickness is bitter tea.
Several degrees are as strong as wine, the world is as light as tea, I don't know if I am a guest, and I still dream of home when I wake up.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art