A glass of wine, let me fly, where to go, when will the stars turn around.
The night is bright, the grass is bright, the mountain village is quiet, and Liu Ling is drunk under the trees.
In the middle of the night, I was sleepless and counted fireflies, the moon was unknown, and the water was passing away, and I wanted to tell Liu Ling my heartfelt feelings.
The long river of thousands of miles is drunk and drunk, and the stars change and change, turning into a stream of fireflies around the fingers.
Qiankun is drunk with Liu Ling, the sunset of the long river is red, lighting up the moon in the sky, and the Big Dog is opened at night.
Drunk eyes and hazy counting stars, the night sky is bright, vast and boundless, and I want to meet Liu Ling.
The night is quiet and the fireflies fly on the path, the stars are sparse and the moon shines on the empty court, the long river is thousands of miles away, and Liu Ling laughs among the drunken flowers.
The sunset, Liu Ling was drunk and lying down, and Firefly slept with me.
Don't ask where the Ming Dynasty is going, there is a bosom friend, raise a glass to invite the moon to get drunk together, and spend tonight's dream together.
The end of the world is spring, the Ming Dynasty is a new year, tonight in the dream of meeting everywhere, the cup of the moon under the people.
The words are desolate, drunk and sleeping tonight dreaming of his hometown, the reunion day, the ends of the earth complain.
From the moon to tonight, invite the film to wander together, and on the day of reunion, the end of the cape is at my disposal.
The love is not over, where is the end of the world to invite the moon to get drunk with you, and find it in your dreams.
People are easy to grow old at the end of the world, and when the Ming Dynasty is falling flowers, it is difficult to get drunk tonight, and when can you raise a glass without being stupid.
To the sky, drunk and lying tonight, the Ming Dynasty is full of flowers, where to find the end of the world.
If you have wine and be happy, why raise a glass to invite the moon to come, and wait until the Ming Dynasty After the wind and rain, the cape is at your disposal.
Where did the wind and rain of the Ming Dynasty come from, and who will raise a glass to invite the moon tonight.
can be arranged, I hope there will be no good dreams tomorrow and tonight, and we will wander together.
Invite the moon to get drunk and get free, talk about the wine in the wind tonight, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty will bloom, and the ends of the earth will float at my disposal.
The moonlight shines sleeplessly, inviting all the immortals, and staying until the reunion day of the Ming Dynasty, the ends of the earth are full of Chanjuan.
Chrysanthemum yellow, two lines of tears, raise a glass to invite the moon tonight for who hurts.
Where to find Chanjuan, I hope that the Ming Dynasty will have no good dreams tonight, and raise a glass to invite the shadow to linger.
Looking at the moon from afar like a hook, enjoy the autumn tonight, and hope that the cape of the Ming Dynasty can be roamed.
Tonight is another invitation to wander together, if the Ming Dynasty has the end of the world.
In the spring of one year, the end of the world is not seen, and the moon and sky are invited to the shadow, and the person in the dream.
The ends of the world are on different sides, the words are desolate, and tonight is an empty toast.
Toast a thousand times, drunk and do not return, the reunion day of the Ming Dynasty, the ends of the earth are full of flowers.
It's the moonlight tonight again, raise a glass and toast a thousand cups, if there is a smile at the end of the world in the Ming Dynasty.
Looking for Fanghua, not seeing home, empty to shadow, she is dreaming of her tonight.
Bingxin sent the end of the world, and when the flowers fell in the Ming Dynasty, Mo Dao had no good dreams tonight, and raised a glass to invite the moon to drunk the poet.
Toast to the moon and have a good dream come true tonight, and stay until the cape of the Ming Dynasty dances.
The moonlight is cool, the vicissitudes of life, if there is a reunion day in the Ming Dynasty, the end of the cape is here.
The Ming Dynasty is another year of autumn, looking at the end of the world to invite the moon and the sky to the shadow, when the day and tonight are white.
Boya Qin, a bosom friend through the ages, wonderful sentences and the moon are full of poetry.
A branch of plum, the fragrance is leisurely chanting into love, and it is difficult to return.
The rhyme is full of cheeks, the second spring returns, and the wine glass is frequently raised to say goodbye to the old stage.
The interest is high, the wine glass is full of bamboo chrysanthemums are friends, and the sails are chasing the waves.
The wine glass is happy in the sentence, and the bamboo chrysanthemums compete for beauty, and the waves come.
The snowflakes fly twice, the fragrance is leisurely into the cuiwei, the poems are drunk, and the wine glass is satisfied.
Sail the dream of the saucher, Umezu stepping on the snow and the old love, frequently inviting the bright moon, and the poems often accompany Hyosung.
The dream of the goddess, the old love, spring comes early, and the sea of rhyme sets sail again.
Pregnant into the wine glass, the sentence does not need to be urged, the fragrance is still there, and the snow has fallen three more rhymes.
Mei Yuxin is a guest, the rhyme is a neighbor, the heart is drunk, and the wine glass is still affectionate.
A warm blood breeze is proud of Xuemei, the moon is drunk in the turbid wine glass, and the spring is called back in the poems.
There is no need to urge, the wine glass is full, the second fragrance is still there, and the snow has returned to the third rhyme.
The wine glass is frequently raised and smiling, Ren tailoring, Mei Renchen welcomes Ruixue, and Yun Fei Xin Mao receives spring thunder.
A plum shadow is thin in front of the window, a few wisps of incense are hidden in the soul rhyme, the poems are unfinished, and the wine glass is still satisfied.
Sorrowful and hidden, Mei Shuyuan's wine glass is empty to the moon, and the sentence is written obliquely.
The poems are chanted into a splendid pile, the jade mountain is declining, where is the plum soul and snow now, and the fragrance is still around the cuiwei.
The east wind enters the wine glass, and the poems of the present dynasty have been piled up, and the fragrance of the plum blossoms is still there, and the rhyme of a thousand mountains does not return.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art