Qionghua Yushu is so good, it is a rich family in the world

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-03-04

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The northern country is cold, the rime flowers are full of fragrance, and they are not afraid, and the charcoal is sent in the snow to warm the world.

One night, the rime is clean and dust-free, thousands of mountains dance, and the snow hits the red plum and the trees are new.

When you go to the restaurant, the snow melts and the spring plumbing, the fish jumps, and the thousands of trees and flowers.

Fighting snow and frost to drive away turbidity, wind and rain show majestic, rime blooms thousands of trees, ice waterfalls fly water thousands of ponds.

At the beginning of the ice, the east wind blows thousands of miles in the deep east wind, and the pear blossoms are like snow all over Chang'an.

Hanging trees and mountains are white, ice mirrors are hanging in the air, the wind is sweeping and the sky is dark, and the ghosts and gods of the wild are groaning.

Calling for rain, wind, fighting snow, and showing a majestic posture, when the ice soul jade rime is flying.

The flowers are cold and condensed, and Yang does not understand the tourists' intentions before the wind, and hangs jade ice.

The plumbing flowers are red, the jade tree branches hang rime, the wind and spring are noisy, and the plum fragrance and snow rhyme reflect the sky.

Flying flocculent dancing rime, a piece of ice, wind and clouds, thousands of waves, snow drifting on the earth and a hundred flowers red.

If you want anything, it is easy to stumble, and you are at a loss for thousands of miles.

Time is like a shuttle, where there is wine in front of the bottle, there is no grass, and the heart is young and blue.

The sea of hearts is light boating, the end of the world is a few autumns, and the wine is sad after three tours.

Wandering the world, the sea of hearts is turbulent, and it is difficult to talk about wine when you meet your confidants and deceased.

Eternal sorrow, when will the other place rest, the sea of heart is boundless, and the boat is not tied.

Return to your hometown with the wind, enter the New Year, and there is a cuckoo at the end of the world.

The sea of hearts is boundless, a total of Chanjuan, a thousand cups of confidants, and everything is difficult in a foreign country.

Wandering the end of the world several autumns, the dazed heart is floating lightly, and the wine is resting with the confidant to relieve the sorrows.

Remembering the old people, it is spring again, the waves are surging, and the end of the world is here.

When is the river on the distant guests, where to find a bosom friend by the wine, it is difficult to see each other at the end of the world, and the heart is dazed and full of tears.

The sea of hearts is everywhere with the waves, and the wine is crazy when it comes to confidants and deceased.

I don't see you, when will you drink a glass of wine, and wait for guests in the drunken flowers.

Mo laughs at the poet's illness and wine, and the heart of the poet is boundless, and the end of the world is cloudy.

Sad white hair, no wine in the old garden to yellow flowers, where is the end of the world at a loss.

Turning over the old dream, where is the end of the world to invite the bright moon with a glass of wine, to the guest placket.

Where to find, the heart is looking for a bosom friend, and a glass of turbid wine Chanjuan shines on the guest.

Reward ambition, the country and the country are boundless in the heart, and the career is up to me.

Chu Kedong returned to the wine and wandered by himself, where there is no fragrant grass, thousands of miles.

The sea of hearts is dazed with a grain of dust, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the breeze and the moon are in the cup of wine, and the guests who dream of other places are drunk.

There are a few roads at the end of the world, the waves in the dazed heart, drinking a glass of wine, and chatting with the guests in the bright moon and breeze.

Thinking of his hometown, thinking of his hometown, boundless, looking at the end of the world and tears.

Homesick hometown, self-talking, no fragrant grass, there are waves in the heart of the sea.

The sea of hearts sails to chase the distant waves, the words are mulberry hemp, the wine in the cup, and the guest is drunk in my home.

Wandering the world, the sea of wind and sand, a pot of turbid wine invites the bright moon, and the guests dream of falling flowers in another country.

Say goodbye to each other, drink and talk happily, meet and reunite, and vaguely hold hands and laugh and talk.

Life is too short to say, I am an immortal, how many things do I do in Hongchen, and I am drunk for thousands of years when I meet with a smile.

Don't wait for a smile when you meet, hold your hand and share Chanjuan, if you have affection, you should pity me, and you have no regrets in this life.

Tears flowed, and when I met in my dreams, I should laugh at me, and I didn't say anything sad.

For Jun Yi to give a partridge day, but do not say, in the dream are all guests, when to hold hands and share Chanjuan.

Winter and spring, you look at the cold plum and proud Xueyan, why do you need to divide the high and the low, and it has been a thousand years since you smiled.

Like the old man, holding his hand without feeling tears stained with a towel, when to return, the wine and words are drunk in the red dust.

It is always fate to vaguely hold hands and meet each other, admire the moon together, and turn a thousand words into poems.

Tears flowed, and the wine and words were reunited to spend the spring and autumn.

After 12 years of goodbye, I vaguely held my hand and talked about the past, drank the wine in the cup with you, and recounted the old fate.

Gong Chanjuan, the cape should laugh at me when you meet with affection, where can you not say anything in the world.

At the end of the world, I went south, a thousand words were embarrassing, and when I met, I smiled like the first time I met, and I was full of tears silently.

Who said that the king's heart is like the depth of the sea, and he doesn't need to smile to be a bosom friend.

It's always true, vaguely clinging to remember the events of the year and reminiscing about the old people.

Holding hands and words vaguely, today's meeting is full of tears, and I should laugh at me if I have affection, and it is better to go home for being haggard.

In the dream, I saw you again, I couldn't hear it, I smiled when I met like a first acquaintance, and I held my hand silently and burst into tears.

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