A wisp of fragrance is pitiful, and the ice heart is unstained and lasts forever.
Out of the world, send the clouds to the sky, and the shadow of the soul goes with the wind, leaving the fragrance in the world.
A piece of ice heart comes out of the world, who is comparable to the natural jade bone shadow, and the elegant fragrance is better than the peony.
Reflecting the blue sky, the fragrance is light and elegant, and the spring breeze is drunk, and the natural jade bone ice heart is a little red.
Out of the water lotus, three points of shadow is not stained with red dust, between heaven and earth.
Dancing in the same month, the elegant rhyme blooms together, and the fragrance of the soul falls into a dream.
Singing for a hundred years, if the mandarin ducks are like wings, they will fly in nine days.
A pair of mandarin ducks are happy and lingering together, and the stone is empty and hateful, and the affection is involved.
Last night's lovesickness fell into a dream, and now the hatred is stained with tears, and the lingering past goes with the wind, only envy the mandarin ducks and do not admire God.
The cape is entangled, only the mandarin duck is not envious of the fairy, the heart is broken when it is deep, and the lovesickness is full of tears.
The two hearts are connected, love is involved, how many things are there, and the sea of love is bitter.
Light is not affectionate, hatred to the sky, lovesickness, turned into a mandarin duck than wings.
Bosom friends are hard to find where to seek, when to rest, all passers-by, a song of zither to relieve a thousand sorrows.
The bosom friend of the high mountains and flowing water is a heart, the ancient tune of the new zither plays the elegant rhyme, and the breeze and the bright moon caress the yaoqin.
He has ever known the meaning of the qin, the falling flowers may not solve the heart of the zheng, it is difficult to find nowhere to find, only the mountains are free to sing.
Whoever pays his heart to Yaozheng, all kinds of feelings, Mo Zhiyin has nowhere to be found, and the mountains and rivers are always related.
Looking for bosom friends at the ends of the world, flowing water and high mountains singing ancient and modern, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and music, zither and sonata beauties.
Where to find, the end of the world is a song that spreads thousands of miles, and the tooth is scorched.
A song of Guangling Jiaoweiqin, tears stained, bosom friends are difficult to find and nowhere to be found, flowing water and mountains are empty.
Good times, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are auspicious, a light song is prosperous, and longevity is boundless.
Send auspicious, wishful life and longevity, Christmas Eve, whispering vicissitudes of life.
The body is light, happy, safe, and self-relieved, unsatisfactory, and auspicious to spend the spring and autumn together.
I don't know the year, a few light joys are difficult to live a happy life, and there is no sleep.
Love is true and intentional, the heart is quiet and dust-free, a light song is prosperous, and I wish you good health on Christmas Eve.
Out of the world, the wishful spring breeze bids farewell to the old year safely, and the wine is happy to be exchanged for light joy.
Light joy and half-drunk, a few times in the dream of peace, life since ancient times is difficult to be satisfied, auspicious to send the pen.
The man has tears and buries his bones, and the women in the wild mountains and barren mountains come to sing.
Qiukong sighed, where are the men and women now, in the grass and trees.
No one appreciates the wild path, the women are unconventional, the men's hearts are like iron, and the success is also Lingyun.
Women work hard, there is nowhere to go, men have tears and do not flick, and they have not succeeded in returning to their homeland.
At the end of the world, there is no boasting, and the wild old man does not know that the woman is hairpin.
The success lasts forever, the man has tears and the woman has a thin life, and the wild mound and barren hill are accompanied by the remnants of the moon.
If you don't know the music in the mountains, you know that the world is difficult, and Mo Dao is a man who is not happy.
The world is always immortal in April, and the painting in the garden is boundless.
Dancing rainbow, beautiful scenery drunk spring breeze, painting is good, all kinds of life.
Thousands of postures are closed, full of Shenzhou, and the immortals in the world are looking for a mirage.
In the painting, the sun and the moon are long, the competition is fragrant, and the four seasons of spring are always there, so why bother the fairy family to find their hometown.
Heaven and earth are slim, immortals are close to yin and yang, and the sun and the moon are long.
Dancing neon clothes, forgetting each other, hiding spring, thousands of postures drunk Luoyang.
Thousands of postures provoke poetry, ink and blue paintings can't be made, there is no beautiful scenery in the world, and the fairy family is at your disposal.
A smile of a hundred years before the moon flowers, tender like water, shy, only for you.
Eternal sorrow, looking for a marquis, shyness only for the king, jade incense is in vain.
The drizzle is soft and the wind is green and red, and the delicate pink face stands forward with tears, and falls asleep with a smile.
The sun is red, the soft posture is graceful and graceful, and the beauty is picturesque.
The river flows, and when we meet, we smile and turn thousands of times, refusing to stop.
On a February day, such as a jade willow with smoke, the shyness is the most tender into the painting boat.
Into the curtain, where is the powder-faced shy beauty, smiling flowers.
Wine is a bosom friend, the moon shines on the world, and the text message is inexhaustible, it is my home.
The bright moon is not stained with dust, the mountains and rivers are looking for bosom friends, the sound of the piano is in the ears, and the heartstrings are moving, and a song of lovesickness is frequent.
Frequently knocking on the people in the dream, the sound of frogs is unbearable, it is difficult to find nowhere to find, when will the bright moon shine on me.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art