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The spring breeze falls on my house overnight, and tomorrow I will go to the end of the world in a lovesick dream.
Green wicker, falling plantains, Mao Gong's pen is full of strength, and the flower and moon bridge in the world are written.
Mo Dao is beautiful tonight, who knows where the willows will be tomorrow, only the breeze blows the sideburns.
Waves, wonderful hands and flowers paint brocade, tomorrow's spring breeze and wine drunk for thousands of years.
Flowers in the rain, goose feathers and spring breeze blowing thousands of miles overnight, drunk thousands of homes.
When I came to my house, the moonlight was full of the sky, and there were thousands of ancient flowers in Mao Gong's poems.
The moonlight is new, the breeze is clear, where are the people under the willows tomorrow, and the public does not recognize their relatives.
Mao Gong's pen is full of flowers and freedom, the east wind blows thousands of miles, and he is drunk with thousands of buildings.
The autumn wind blows down the sky, the feathers are scattered like hemp, where to go tomorrow in spring, and you can return home in your dream tonight.
Who is tomorrow, just say that the moonlight is new tonight, the frost hair adds white hair, and the wind and snow rain are spring.
There are wonderful, painting brocade flowers, blowing thousands of miles, and tonight the wine is drunk with thousands of homes.
The spring flowers are exhausted, the night snow is like hair, it should be fine, and look at the moon tonight.
Tomorrow climb high and look at the river tower, the moon is sad, no return, only the rhododendrons are full of heads.
Tonight is the reunion before the end, the flowers fall silently and the spring is gone, and the sideburns are like snow and sad.
On the water side in front of the peak, the lotus root is deep in Baiyun Township, tomorrow the autumn wind will rise, who will have a cool moonlight tonight.
Enjoy the chrysanthemums and drunk, the ink is fragrant, where to return tomorrow, I hope that tonight's dream will be longer.
Tomorrow will return for another spring, where is not ecstasy tonight, Mao Gong's pen has a thousand autumn rhymes, and Li Baihua has been chanting for thousands of years.
There is no need for more, tomorrow there will be no poetry and flowers, and the predecessors are not drunk, and the ghosts will sing first.
The golden wind is cool, sending distant thoughts, the maple leaves are frosty and red, and the river waves are like poetry.
The surging dragon roars, the mountain is hazy and the phoenix sound, where to find the sound of nature, the fairy caress the yaoqin.
The color is clearer, the river waves hit the shore like thunder, the sound is still there, and the wind sends the fragrance into the painting screen.
The sound of autumn is bleak and red, and the ground is full of sorrow, the east is passing away, and the maple of thousands of mountains is full of sunshine.
Falling flowers and wind, the sound of swallow warblers is in the air and rain, and the water flows east.
Come to Hongying to accompany Jiang Taoyue, go to the heart of the wild goose with the sea and autumn, all the sounds are lonely, and the frost and wind are full of Tingzhou overnight.
The rain has not disappeared, the river waves are still singing at night, and the wind is cool across the small bridge.
Crying through a curtain of spring, the wind sends the fragrance of flowers into dreams, thousands of miles of rivers pass away in the east, and the grass is green.
The wind sends the fragrance and the willows are green, and the lakes and mountains are beautiful and the rivers are at my disposal.
The shore waves are heavy, the sound of the empty boat is getting farther away, and the east of the bridge is crossed.
In the lake, the river waves are turbulent like a rainbow, the evening is still singing, and the wind sends the light boat into the picture screen.
Silently moisten the grass and green, dance gracefully, the river waves roll thousands of sails, and the mountains are empty and hundreds of birds are singing.
Spring is strong, hundreds of voices, mountains and lakes are thousands of miles longitudinal.
Ripples on the shore, the mountains are empty and the sound of spring is old, and the swallows fly in the falling flowers and wind.
The cold plum is competing for bright colors, the spring tide is surging for thousands of miles, and the laughter and laughter are mixed across the small bridge.
The drizzle is silent, the birds are singing, and the river is surging in the air.
Thousands of miles horizontally, a few geese chirp, the fallen trees are depressed, and they are lonely.
The river is thousands of miles, two or three layers, and several fishing songs are singing and the smoke is curling in the wind.
The clouds open the sun and the spring mountains are far away, the autumn water is long, the silence is silent, and the golden wind sends the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
The sound of autumn is faint, the golden wind sends the cool geese to fly south, and the river waves hit the shore and the sky is bright.
Spring is always there, the rhyme is sound, infinitely good, and you can travel thousands of miles.
Thousands of miles of rivers and waves are connected to the sea, a river of grass is connected to the end of the world, silent moisturizing things spring comes early, and the wind sends fragrance to my home.
The mountains and rivers entered the painting screen, and a flat boat sent me to heaven.
The rain is sunny at the beginning, the fallen leaves are frightened, the river is passing away in the east, and the clouds are coming late one day.
Proud snow and frost are not afraid of the wind, and their reputation is far and wide, and the righteousness is overwhelming, and the waves of the river are red.
Xiao Su Xin, I don't know who Li Du is, and I often meet you in my dreams.
In a dream, where is Li Dujin in the good words and wonderful sentences, and he is not old.
The bottom of my heart is drunk, the wine is poured in my dream, and the millennium Li Du Suxin is no longer found.
Chasing Li Du, chanting poems and writing often reminiscing about juvenile things, thinking about the good day.
Su Xin's heroic article Gai Shixiong, the best article is passed on to all generations, and the great Jiangdong.
Last night, I chanted old poems in my dream, and the good words and wonderful sentences were fascinating, I don't know where Li Du is now, but I can only see Su Xin's words.
Good words are difficult to rhyme, and he met his bosom friend several times in his dreams, Li Du chased the Tang and Song dynasties, and dared to follow Su Xin's discussion of the past and the present.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art.