Looking for a peach source, a line of leads, thousands of miles away, unprovoked troubles make waves.
At the end of the world, flowers are everywhere, white hair is urged, and the spring breeze is intentionally sorrowful.
Looking at the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, on the top of the eyebrows, looking for fragrant grass, the dream of the end of the world is far away.
The years are unprovoked and tearful, and the Ming Dynasty is the autumn wind again, where there are old people at the end of the world.
The Ming Dynasty is full of flowers, where is the end of the world not drifting, looking forward to the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wet painting screen for no reason in the middle of the night.
Where is the end of the world is the township, one day back, the dream hurts the past for no reason, and wakes up with tears in his eyes.
Relying on the railing, I look forward to the autumn wind breaking, and my thoughts come into dreams for no reason, the Ming Dynasty is the Double Ninth Day, where are people going back at the end of the world.
After the spring and autumn period, looking at the rivers and rivers after the wind and rain of the Ming Dynasty, they are looking for Fangzhou.
When it was the spring rain of the Ming Dynasty again, I sent lovesickness, looked at the southern flying geese by the railing, and was lonely and provoked me for no reason.
A piece of the world, until the Ming Dynasty and the flowers, Mo Dao hurt the past for no reason, and he was alone in the clouds.
The sunset is slanting, the gratuitous thoughts are chaotic, the Double Ninth Festival, where the end of the world does not miss home.
For no reason, it is the willow color of Jiangnan again, where to go, I don't see my hometown people at the end of the world.
Sunflowers, hand in hand with the end of the world, thousands of miles away, chaotic as hemp.
A cup of elixir is drunk in the nine skies, the fairy couples are happy, the high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the jade liquid cup floats by the waves.
In the world, only the golden bottle is empty to the moon, and the high-rise buildings are looking forward to the king's return.
A glass of wine in a high-rise building, accompanied by a few people of gold bottle and jade liquid, the elixir drank all the tasteless, and the gods did not want to go back.
The jade liquid and golden bottle shine brightly and the moon shines for thousands of years, and the gods and immortals also cry after drinking the elixir.
Pulp drunk sleep, the gods to the clouds outside the sky, the sun and the moon are long.
Send the cool race fairy, the wine is drunk for nine days, the fragrance is thousands of miles away, and the high-rise building talks about the year.
The golden bottle opens the feast, goes up to the tall building, and there are fewer than a thousand cups of elixir wine, and he does not envy the gods and goddesses.
Under the stomach, don't think about it, the high-rise building is 100 feet and three cups of incense.
It was a ruthless thing, why did the golden bottle of Qiong syrup be empty to the moon, and the high-rise buildings were in tears.
The jade liquid is open, the high-rise buildings come into the eyes, and the wine elixir is here to enjoy leisurely.
As soon as the elixir drank the immortals, he wanted to go up to the high-rise jade liquid to be opened.
The aura gathers, the wine is intoxicating the field, the jade liquid is less than a thousand cups, and the moon is full.
Looking at the stars alone, pouring the moon, wanting to drink the elixir and envy the wine.
The jade liquid is sweet and nourishing to the heart, into the clouds, and it is late to return after drinking, and it is suspected that the gods have come to this dynasty.
The wine is drunk in Kyushu, the fairy couples are happy to travel, and the high-rise buildings are full of cups to relieve all sorrows.
A fairy, drunk and red-faced, a thousand cups less, a tall building looking at the full moon.
The hundred-foot high-rise building is surrounded by clouds and mist, thousands of cups of jade liquor are fragrant, and the agar syrup drinks the water of the three rivers, and it is easy not to be a fairy.
The golden bottle of jade liquid looks at my hometown in a high-rise building, and I envy my madness if I want to drink elixir.
Win the elixir, fall asleep, want to go up to the high-rise building to find a wonderful sentence, first pour jade liquid to moisten the poetry intestines.
Born as a god and crazy when he dies, where is the elixir, fine wine and jade liquid now, and he looks at his hometown on a tall building alone.
Looking at the sky, the golden bottle of jade is drunk Chanjuan, and the elixir is drunk and the mandarin duck is not a fairy.
Amber cup, high-rise Wangwang drank all the lovesick tears, unwilling to return.
Who can drink, the couple toasts together, and the high-rise building looks at the broken gold bottle and gets drunk a few times.
Casting the rain, the Buddha's light shines under the tree, and no one sees it, and the front double shadow lingers.
The Buddha has a flower in the palm of the West Heaven, locking his heart, the flower.
I also saw Dongjun send warmth back, a pair of magpies returned in spring, such as to give me a golden hoop stick, sweeping away the demons and Buddha.
Tears fell from the rivers and mountains, no one returned for a thousand years, the universe is big in the palm of my hand, who am the Buddha in my heart.
Those who have no heart, people with eyes, can solve things, and a pair of white cranes are under the clouds.
Sad Bodhisattva bosom, down to worship the lotus platform, the matter in his heart, I don't see Amitabha open.
I don't see the real face of the year, wet clothes, reunited, where is the Buddha in my heart.
Shuangzhu flew to the old fisherman, heard the Tao as if to cast mana, so he taught the Buddha to show supernatural powers.
A few people are idle under the seat, the Buddha is at peace with me in my heart, Hongchen fame and fortune, and my eyebrows are locked for whom.
My Buddha is compassionate and benevolent, all kinds of emptiness, a discerning eye to look at the sea, and I don't see a sleeping dragon in the world.
I didn't see bodhicitta at ease, my eyebrows were locked and tears flowed, as if I came to give me a golden hoop stick, cut off all the demons and return the Buddha.
The water is open, and I don't see where the Yiren come and go, and there is a Buddha platform below.
Mo Dao is not an immortal, enlightened Buddha Zen, if Hongchen has true feelings, he is willing to be a mandarin duck to sleep.
The Buddha corrected the fruit, but there is such a thing in the world, a pair of discerning eyes to know the true meaning, and the Bodhi flower blooms spontaneously.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art