Looking at the sky, it seems to be like a fantasy into the picture screen, in the fairyland, the Sansheng Stone continues the former alliance.
Looking at the world in a hazy way, the body is a guest, and the Sansheng Stone continues to be the front edge.
Young Huan, fate is determined to live three lives in a hazy search for old shadows, Xiao Chanjuan.
There are traces on the Sansheng Stone, and several times they meet in a dream, the world is like smoke and is illusory, and human feelings are always hazy like water.
The night is not young, the starlight is flashing, and I still remember the events of the year, Xu is Sansheng Shi Shanglang.
The update is also real, looking at the red dust with hazy and drunk eyes, I still remember the events of the year in my dreams, and there are several people in three lives.
In the dream, there are still three life stones on the alliance, and the moonlight is hazy and full of stars.
Sleep on the raw stone, and in the dream, it is a fantasy to see the big thousand.
The quiet moon is hazy, like a real void, I don't know if I am a guest, and I remember the first meeting on the Sansheng Stone.
The world eventually becomes a fantasy, looking at Daqian, I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and the front edge of the Sansheng Stone is recorded.
Tears are stained, the stone is groaning, and the moonlight is hazy and the fairy falls into the dust.
I vaguely smell the cuckoo, Zhuang Zhou's butterfly does not see the way back, and the emperor turns into a paper kite.
In the dream soul day and night, the spring heart is empty several times, and the cuckoo and butterfly dance the east wind.
The phoenix Wangdi Sijun's dream cannot come true, only the cuckoo butterfly walks around the flowers.
Flying dreams, crying blood stained the mountains red, where to send the spring heart, in the moonlight.
Knocking on the window and dreaming, asking the return date, the cuckoo cries blood and loves flowers.
The amazing words of the emperor in front of me moved my heart, and the cuckoo cried blood, and the butterfly surrounded the shade of the flower.
The spring breeze called the cuckoo overnight, the butterflies danced all over the garden, and Sijun did not see the difficulty of finding the weaver girl.
Dancing in the blue sky, singing Spring Mountain, bitter in my heart, and sending paper kites with affection.
The wanderer is homesick for his hometown, the emperor hopes for the spring of Feihong, where the cuckoo cries blood, and the butterfly dreams of the flowers.
Emperor Wang's spring heart did not see tears, and the cuckoo's dream of blood and flowers was broken.
Dancing and dancing, the fragrance is full of gardens, where to send the emperor's spring heart, Sijun does not see tears.
The autumn wind is bleak and thinks about the hometown, and the emperor returns in front of the stage crying blood and spring, and the butterflies are flying all over the sky.
Who is pitiful, Sijun does not see tears, and the cuckoo's dream of blood and flying flowers is broken.
The sky is full of red, butterflies love flowers and flowers do not see the person in the dream, when will it be returned.
The shadow of butterflies, the sound of cuckoos is heard, and the rain of the emperor is bright at night.
As thin as paper, it is often because of the sound of the emperor that the spring will be old, and the Chinese people have not come.
Emperor Wangchun's heart did not see tears, the sound of blood was still there, and the dream was broken.
Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream is difficult, the cuckoo cries blood, where to send the emperor's spring heart, Sijun does not see it makes people sad.
I don't see tears, Emperor Wang's spring heart holds the paper kite, the cuckoo cries blood, and a few pairs of butterflies dance in front of the flowers.
Tuo Hongyan, Ji Chanjuan, the sound is still there, and the butterfly flying dream is gone.
The wind cries cuckoos, butterflies dance, spring returns, and it is difficult to find the edge of the dream of the emperor.
The green lantern always thinks about the past, reminisces about the old travel, there is no goose foot, where is the red dust to find the marquis.
Pale and white-haired and blue-haired reminiscing about the old tour, looking back at how much hatred Hongchen has, and sending it to China with enthusiasm.
You can send ** guests, smile and watch the red dust several springs, the ancient Buddha is often accompanied, and the white hair is pale.
Hongchen sees through a few ups and downs, nowhere to find, a green light and a bright moonlit night, full of white hair.
Green lights and yellow rolls are accompanied by the dusk of the morning, the white hair is pale and the old and sick, and the word "lovesickness" is missing, who is a lover in Hongchen.
When he was a teenager, the yellow rolls and green lights were red and dusty, and there was no pure land, and he sent acacia.
I have nothing to do to send Yaoqin, singing to this day, the yellow rolls and green lights are bright and moonlit, and the pale face and white hair are old people's hearts.
A dream is a few sad, I want to send lovesickness to the small building, the green lights are sleepless in the middle of the night, and the white hair and tears are flowing.
A blue light shines at night, full of white hair sighing life, who will send thousands of books, and it is impossible to see through the dream of red dust.
A few white hairs and blue lights accompanied by bitter groans, all passers-by, with enthusiasm and poetry.
The clouds cover the moon, smiling at the red dust and yellow rolls with a lonely shadow, what do you want.
A glass of turbid wine is drunk with red dust, and there is nowhere to find lovesickness, green lights and yellow rolls accompanied by lonely shadows, white hair and pale faces full of tears.
With a lonely shadow, where to send the white-haired and pale face, who has pity for the red dust and loneliness.
The white hair is a little sad, the yellow curls and green lights are a dream, Mo Dao Hongchen is a passerby, and his heart is in vain.
A wisp of lovesickness is always about love, and the green lights and yellow rolls are pale and ploughing all year round.
Looking at the wind and rain, a piece of obsessed green lanterns is not old, and the ambition is still different.
The green light heart is like the moon, why worry about the white hair and sideburns like frost, how precious the children are, and Mo teaches the red dust to dye the plain makeup.
The white hair urges people to grow old, and the night is long, looking back at the red dust, where to send a wisp of lovesickness.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art