The flowers are sweet, everything is sour, you don't see it, and the winter plum is proud of the snow and is drunk.
Take a salty bite, go full of fragrance, get drunk a few times, and live up to your heart like I'm crazy.
For Jun Liufu partridge day, sleepless night, there will be a day, sour wind and cold rain for another year.
A light of tea and turbid wine is sent to the king, and the sweet words go with the wind, bitter, spicy and sour with the moon.
Li Bai tofu residue, a pot of sour, spicy and bitter tea, you can know the taste, and laugh at the red dust drunk world.
The sour sentences are all good, taste them all, drunk and don't know if you are a guest, and ask if you can share the pot.
A glass of turbid wine is drunk and red-faced, Sijun is not seen in the dream, the sweet words are remembered in his heart, and the tears are bitter and sour.
Dreams are also sweet, the sour wind and bitter rain do not see the way home, scarce in front of you.
The acid rain and the bleak wind enter the wine bottle, comfort the soul, a thousand cups are not drunk, and the lovesickness is sent to you.
Where to find the peach source, a drunk party knows that the world is difficult, bitter, spicy, sweet and salty are all ways, and the years are silent.
Drunk farmer, invite the wine to taste green tea, sweet words, wake up with tears and sour feelings.
Bitter, spicy, sweet, salty and astringent, full of wounds, three glasses of wine, drunk and short talk.
The moon is like frost, where is a wisp of love in the township, appealing to the heart.
The ruthless years urge people to grow old, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are at my disposal, where is the sweet words, and the wanderers in other places meet in their dreams.
When will I return, the sweet words will be long and there will be no shadow of geese, and the tears of the homeland will be drooping.
The honey whispers are smiling, the wanderer goes back to another country, the same dream for thousands of miles, and the two places linger for a long time.
The clear sky is full of love, and Mo Dao is in a dream.
The moon is like flying, thousands of miles long sweet words are not smiling, when will I return.
The wind and rain are far away, and the spring and autumn honey are long, and the journey is not afraid, and the ends of the world are free.
Honey and laughter flying, looking forward to returning early, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have the same dream, and tears are stained with tears in the homeland.
Send the slanting sun, people break their bowels, where is the village Guan Mi desolate.
I don't see the old people, the sweet words of lovesickness are still in my ears, and the bright moon in another country accompanies you.
Wandering in a foreign country, the sweet words are hidden in the bottom of the heart, and the dream of the homeland of the journey of thousands of miles is flying.
Sweet words are in the countryside, and the years are always about love.
The blue clouds are light, Dan's heart sends distant feelings, there is no good scenery in other places, and he comforts his life.
The years are still the same, the dream is not over, and the sweet words will be revisited tomorrow.
A few times the road is different from the township, and the dream is met, thousands of miles with the bright moon, and thousands of mountains in the cape share this feeling.
Sweet words welcome and send, wine and food drunk hometown, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the sky.
In one look, each west and east, a thousand things are good, and sweet words are always empty.
Ten years of detention and sorrow, thousands of miles of Guanshan Kelu long, sweet words are still in the ears, where is my hometown at the end of the world.
Xiangguan looked at the sweet words and fell into a dream, and the lovesickness was tied to the heart.
What does it mean, tired of the journey, thousands of miles of flying geese in the sky, a passionate love letter.
The sky is thousands of miles away, there is no good scenery in a foreign country, and sweet words are intoxicating to the field.
It's always about love, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are up to me, and sweet words linger in the dreams of wanderers.
Appealing to the heart, a wisp of acacia is difficult to block the mountain, and it has been hidden for a long time.
A cloud, the years do not leave a trace, and there are sweet words to send to you in other places.
In the dream, the drunken eyes on the Sansheng Stone were blurred, and the thoughts were a little red.
One thought and three lives still remember that spring, and the eyes are all illusions, and they are not real.
The hazy night moon is exquisite, like a fantasy into the picture screen, I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and the former alliance is recorded on the Sansheng Stone.
There are many floating illusions in the world, as if this world is less hazy, I don't know if I am a guest, and I am the same as you by the Sansheng Stone.
Laughing in the spring breeze, Shi Shangmeng, the flower shadow moves, and wakes up to be full of stars.
The above record of the past, the old people, are all illusory, hazy and drunk to see the floating clouds.
The night is hazy and the moon is like a hook, and the illusion is like a stream.
The floating clouds are hazy looking at the distant mountains, and I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and the three living stones continue to be on the front edge.
What do you want in the dream, the Sansheng Stone records the forward travel, the moonlight is as clear as water, and the ethereal clouds and smoke are like sorrow.
The fate of the three-life stone is moss, the smile is open, the eyes are all illusions, and the drunkenness is hazy into the painting.
The night is hazy and the moon is like a bow, the neon is flashing in the sky, and the dream still remembers the events of the year, and the fate is determined to be empty for three lives.
The sky is full of stars, drunk eyes and hazy dreams, people have gone, and memories of the past.
In my dreams, I often recall the old times, the stone is pine, the moonlight is hazy, and the wind is like a phantom.
Shi Shang waited for the gentleman to come, and the flowers bloomed spontaneously in several dreams, and the red dust of Mo Dao was all illusory, and he looked at Yaotai with drunken eyes.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art