The garden is full of flowers, and I don't feel that the dawn comes to my house, shaking the bamboo shadow, and chanting poems to the moon to give the pipa.
Last night, the sky was sprinkled all over the window lattice, and the wind sent the fragrance of flowers to the fifth watch.
Chasing the wind far away, the moon is endowed with clouds and clear light is infinitely good, and the chrysanthemum is fragrant.
A round of the moon endows feelings, the two sleeves of incense breeze blowing, the eyes are full of clear and infinitely good, and the sky does not bloom.
A pool of waves, unaware of the Tianming lotus fragrance people want to get drunk, chanting poems to the moon to give new songs.
The sky is bright and the sound of drizzle, the clear light is sprinkled all over the river red, the poem is full of songs, and the fragrance of flowers is in a dream.
The golden wind sends cool poetry into a dream, and a ray of clear light still shines on the building.
The affection is earnest, but the wind sprinkles the road of the world, and it is a common lift.
Thousands of miles shine on the lonely city, sitting alone in the sky to remember the old feelings, the remnants of the clouds are dark, and the heart follows the bright moon and the sound of autumn.
The dark fragrance is the same as the silk, lingering together, and the clear light is sprinkled outside the thousands of mountains, just waiting for the dawn to shine on me.
The flowers and the moon are endowed, the pine and bamboo winds, and the sunset is still red.
Where to find peace, Christmas tonight is moving, and the three watches have not slept in their dreams.
Happy to celebrate the New Year, thousands of households enjoy peace, and the spring breeze has not yet arrived in China.
The three poles on the day have not been sung and it is dawn, when will it be five watches on Christmas Eve.
In the old heart, the night of the three poles is deep, where is the peace, and the tears are stained.
Thousands of families wish peace, unprecedented, a red sun and green mountains are not idle.
Today's Christmas is happy, in a smile, life is bumpy, and the sunset is red with a rod to fish alone.
A rod fishing blue waves are deep, and the sun has been half sinking, and I want to ask for a safe Christmas in the middle of the lake.
Fishing rocks, refusing to return, where is it, Christmas tears stained clothes.
Happy meeting on Christmas Eve, Christmas laughter, greeting the rising sun, ten years of sharpening swords and not becoming famous.
Christmas Mid-Autumn Festival 10,000 households wish peace, Chang'e has no regrets hanging jade poles in the sky.
Dreams are endless, it is difficult to collect, looking for good sentences on Christmas Eve, and singing Kyushu on Christmas screen.
Before arriving at Huangquan Road, I thought of tears in the night of the wind and rain, and remembered the old friends in front of the Christmas lights.
Comfort is lonely, and Christmas is happy, and thousands of bamboo lights are red and not supper.
The joy is thick, and on Christmas Eve, no one is drunk first, fishing Kyushu.
In the blue waves, the green mountains are not thick, and I want to ask for a safe Christmas in Jiangdong.
To the east of the small bridge, where is the safety of the three poles on the sun, born in the village.
The old man has nothing to do and enjoys the prosperous years, and the three poles are still insufficient, and he has never been idle.
Happy Christmas unprecedented, blessed with peace and tranquility, I don't feel how bumpy life is, and a red sun fishing psalms.
The pole is a little green, the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes have not stopped, who accompanies each other at night, Christmas and tonight are bright.
In the undeclining year, raise the whip again, spread the good news, and reunite thousands of families for Christmas.
The world enjoys peace, hears the good news, welcomes the rising sun, and the burden of thousands of jun has not rested.
Christmas is joyful, happy, drunk first, and fishing with a rod tomorrow.
The bright moon has not sunk, who accompanies them on Christmas Eve, and there are a few people in Christmas today.
The Yellow River is frightened, a rod catches a sky full of stars, the wind blows the waves at night, and the Christmas bow moon is illuminated.
The thousand-year-old temple reports peace, rings thousands of mountains, welcomes the rising sun, and the wind and clouds are not cold.
The moon sets and the stars are sparse and the night is bright, the Milky Way is upside down and crystal clear, gently shaking the electric fan to watch the sky, and the cool breeze is refreshing.
The magpie bridge is horizontal, the stars move and turn to the face of the haggard, and shake until dawn.
The electric fan gently shakes the heat open, refreshing the heart, the stars move and change, and the vast galaxy comes into a dream.
The breeze blows in the sleeves, gently shakes the electric fan and smiles, the stars move and change, and the Milky Way falls.
The night is clear, the Milky Way is upside down and crystal clear, watching the sky, and the cool breeze is refreshing.
Wanli Galaxy Dou turned to wander, sultry and drunk, and the electric fan shook gently into a dream.
The night is low, the cool breeze is blowing, and the sky is about to dawn, and the weaver machine.
The autumn breeze greets each other, the electric fan gently sways to send me away, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the Milky Way is vast and the magpie bridge is horizontal.
In spring and autumn, the Milky Way gently shakes the heavens and the earth, and the cool breeze blows on the moon like a hook.
The Milky Way is fascinated, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will be sparse, the breeze blows cool, and the night is low.
The electric fan shook lightly, and the stars moved to the Milky Way.
The moon is hazy, the electric fan is light, the stars are twinkling, and the magpie bridge is passed.
The east wind is ten thousand stars, the Milky Way is upside down and crystal clear, the electric fan is looking for good sentences, and the lotus fragrance enters the picture screen.
The Milky Way is clear, and the sky is bright, the spring breeze blows on the face of thousands of trees, and the electric fan shakes the sky and the moon is full of the city.
I don't know where to look for the fragrance, but I see the street lights gradually brightening