There is not much, listening to the rain song, people are not sleeping, and a glass of turbid wine is drunk Nanke.
Pure thousands of autumn industry, flow thousands of ancient flowers, a song, the rise of the altar to write a new chapter.
Pursue the history of elegance and rhyme, pass on through the ages, add splendor, and praise Yaotian with poems.
The song of the Qing song is sung to the moon, the quintessence of the country is carried forward and passed on through the ages, and the Tang style is elegant and elegant.
Poetry is happy with wine, light songs and dances at night, the quintessence of the country is passed on to the fire, and the words of Yayun are not finished.
Carry forward the quintessence of the country and have bosom friends, sing ancient and modern, songs and texts spread thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are long and long.
The fragrance of Yayun floats thousands of miles, carries forward the new chapter of the quintessence of the country, regulates poems to express one's aspirations, and sings wine as a song.
30,000 miles, drunk chanting Tang sentences, the quintessence of the country, passing the fire, playing the orchestra.
What is the meaning of the idle poetry, not tired of many, the quintessence of the country is carried forward and passed on to future generations, and the Tang style is elegant and clear.
Inheritance is in the same vein, Tang style and elegance are intoxicated with the field, poems and songs are endowed with thousands of autumns, and the poems are chanted through the ages.
Singing mountains and rivers, the quintessence of the country promotes righteousness, and the love is not over, and the poetry is full of enthusiasm.
The light song of the man dance is endowed with lyrical feelings, thousands of years of industry, and the elegant rhyme is fragrant.
Lotte Lun, the wine should be carried forward and passed on to future generations, and the present people will be praised.
Revive the majesty and promote the quintessence of the country, and then knock on the elegant rhyme and compose the chapter, the poems and songs have been passed down through the ages, and the Hanmo altar is fragrant.
With dreams in mind, the quintessence of the country carries forward the altar to add splendor, and the poems and songs are full of Jianghong.
There is nothing to sing a song, the poetry is chanted in the drunk, the quintessence of the country is carried forward and passed on to future generations, and the elegant rhyme is heart-wavering.
Yin friends meet in the red dust of the man dance, and carry forward the quintessence of the country and the fragrance of the four seasons of spring.
Zhang Hong is the quintessence of the country, and the same book is full of songs, and he sings a thousand times.
Leisurely fall asleep, carry forward the quintessence of the country, dance drunk red dust, chant poems to the moon ring, carry forward the quintessence of the country, and the Tang style is full of elegant rhyme.
I want to endow the new chant and the old song to sing the spring and autumn, Hong, and the elegant rhyme is fragrant all over Kyushu.
The quintessence of the country is inherited by whom, the elegant rhyme and the clear song rise outward, and the chant goes straight to the ninefold.
The clear sound is beautiful, the quintessence of the country is dancing, and the poems are full of magnificent songs.
Only then did I see the high-rise building and the humble room full of poems, promoting the quintessence of the country and singing the ancient and modern.
The meaning is flying, when the song is long, inheriting the eternal things, full of flowers.
The quintessence of the country is sung, a new chapter is sung, and the poems and songs are endowed with boundless joy.
I advise you not to be idle, drunk and red-faced, where is Song Yun now, I still see Li Yi'an back then.
The breeze sent the song to go, and I toasted with you, still remembering the rhyme of flowing water back then.
Go to the end of the world, poetry, wine and tea, no confidant, sing the sunset.
The quiet stone path is still far away, and the sound of the warbler is longer, and if you want to ask where you are going, the light song goes all the way to Xiaoxiang.
The gentlemen are not smiling, and the song is full of spirit, and the sea of rhyme is sailing, and the horses are soaring.
Go up to the tall building, sing together, still remember the bright moonlit night of the year, the poetry and painting rhyme flowed for a long time.
The poems and songs rhyme one after another, and I still remember where the kings went back then, singing and dancing lightly and smiling.
That flower, the wind and rain rhyme endlessly, and the gentlemen are not laughing and singing the sunset.
The door is full of blessings, light songs and dances are endowed with good rhyme, and people in their dreams.
With the slanting sun, all the gentlemen raised together, still remembering the long rhyme of the painting.
Thousands of autumn rhymes, the jade flute is still blowing all the kings drunk together, drinking on the tall building.
I still hear the bad news and sail hard to make a boat, where are you going, moving the clouds.
If you want to ask where you come from, the song of Qing Song is on the high stage, and the poetry and painting are all rhymed, and I still remember the Yongxu talent of the year.
Singing and chanting elegant sentences, all the gentlemen drink fragrant tea, still remember the events of the past, and the vague charm is good in the dream.
Thousands of years of rhyme, ten thousand years of branches, mulberry elm night, singing all the way at this time.
There are thousands of good, save a little truth, don't laugh at me, Qingge Yaqu is the most blind date.
Don't laugh at my infatuation, chanting under the moon, looking for elegance, thinking about the past with tears.
Light singing and dancing all the kings are blessed and longevity, still remembering the wind and rain of the year, and the poetry and painting rhyme are boundless.
The leaves fall and leave a fragrant rhyme, still remember the people under the moon back then, where are the gentlemen, and the song is sent to dusk.
Don't laugh at my lack of talent, but also fast, rhyme sail to find elegance, and still hear good sentences into my heart.
Qing Song has sung a thousand mountains and green, and wants to toast with the gentlemen, still remembering the stormy night of the year, and the poetry is flying in a rhyme.
The rhyme is long, I still remember where the kings went back then, dancing to the floor.
I still remember the small dimples of the year, the rhyme, the gentlemen did not laugh at the ignorant confidant, and a song of the moon was drunk.
All the gentlemen sang together, the song went to the upper floor, the poetry and painting all became rhymes, and the rivers flowed forever.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art