The heavenly Chang'e lovesickness is a thread, and the mirage is not reunited.
The white clouds are idle, the bright moon is bright, the mirage is obsessed, and there is no reunion in the world.
The sea of love is endless, the sky is gone with the wind, and the moon is full of love.
There are many wars, the sea of Diaoyu Island is full of wolf smoke, and the sons and daughters of China must be ashamed.
The same juan, frozen thousands of miles wrapped in mountains, rivers and seas, a total of full moon.
The dream is vague, the light shines on the guest clothes, and the mirage and the sky are contradictory.
Compete for freedom, the right way in the world makes the moon and the wind is elegant, and the mountain is reaped.
The people in the sky are separated by the sea and lovesick, and the love is difficult to break, and the beauty is beautiful.
Love lingers in the moon shadow juan, Liu Lang is thousands of miles away from Chanyuan, the sea vows are still there, and the sun is shining warm in the world.
Lovesickness, Juanzi Qianying lingers in her dreams, whether you know whether you know it or not, I only wish that the moon will be bright in the world.
Love is like the sea, the two are different, partial to me, lovesick thousands of miles to send the autumn wind.
Several degrees of autumn, the sea does not turn back, there is no way to send, and the moon is like a hook hanging on the jade building.
Wu Nong sang and cleared the sound, the first floor, he couldn't return, and he stood on the bow of the boat with tears for you.
The Jun family has a woman who is like jade and is unloved, Lang's heart is like water and infinite hatred, and Nong's intention is like a few years to be red.
Yaotai moon under the immortal, for the five partridge heaven for the king, like the water flowing eastward, nongyi like the wind to the south.
The autumn wind blows Lang back, the first few bridges, you should be understanding, why are the concubines afraid of the road.
Nongben is affectionate and a flower, and he walks the world for Lang to be haggard, and the concubine's heart has been stained with mud, and the gentleman is like a pan-sea.
The partridge flies, and the concubine's heart is like iron and stone in his hometown, and her tears hang down at night.
The concubine's family lives in the depths of the clouds, when will it be returned, Lang Xing is not melancholy, and Nong Ben has no intention of the mountains and rivers.
The bamboo horse stepped on the moon and returned, Nong sent the acacia to whom, asked you to know what was in your heart, and turned into a colorful butterfly.
Laughing at the spring breeze, Lang is the first in the south of the Yangtze River, melancholy guest, Jun is Mo Shang Sang Nong.
Jun is sleepless at the end of the world like the moon, where is home, Nong sends acacia to paper kites.
Thinking of the concubine, there is a dream in the future, like water flowing eastward, falling full of pools.
Lang and the woman are entangled, Nong has no intention but has a fate, and today he is hand in hand with you, although the concubine is in Nai.
By the water clouds, Lang rode a green ox and was acacia for thousands of wisps, and followed you straight to the Nine Heavens.
Jiangnan I am at home, where the concubine is not the end of the world, if Lang's heart can be like water, nong's love is better than waves.
The concubine Qin Huaiyue and Wu Wa, Jiang Lang returned to accompany the Nong family.
Go to Qingyuan, Nong Zaijiang should laugh at me, but he thinks of the mountain.
Soft whispering swallow Shuangxiang, sultry and drunk in spring, Yaotai fairy guest, spend a good time with you.
After a farewell and a year, looking at the full moon, if Lang has the heart to return to his hometown, where will Nong not be together.
A lotus, but there is fate, Mo Daolang does not dare to bear the red face.
Qianli sister is homesick, Nong has the heart to return to her homeland at the end of the world, and the concubine has no intention of marrying someone else.
Hongchen is a piece of incense, the bridge is negative, and the concubine is turned into a gentleman to complain.
Jun looks at the end of the world in the north of the Yangtze River, and Lang Xinruo is a flower turned into a flower.
On the side of Dongting, Xiaoxiang and my water, I have the heart to return to my hometown and love Jiangnan.
It's been many years, and I'm alone, and today I'm with you where the concubine is.
Nong's family was originally a sand gull, where to swim, turned into water on the river, and followed the king to the west of the sea.
During the Qingming Festival, I visited the farmhouse, and saw the flowers everywhere in the harvest year, and the sweat was sprinkled with pastoral rain all over the world.
Fu Hongchen, it's all spring, flowers are like brocade, and laughter is full of words.
The breeze and drizzle sprinkle the mountains and rivers, the bead curtain looks into the distant sky, and it is the harvest festival again, and the farmers celebrate the reunion happily.
It is the fragrance of rice flowers in the small courtyard of the harvest year, and the frost is all over the mountains and the wilderness.
Half-closed door, trillion new year, the sky sprinkled Qionghua rain, spreading all things in the world.
The green mountains and green waters are full of clouds and smoke, sprinkled to the prosperous years of the world, and the small courtyard of the farmhouse is boundless.
Reflecting the mountains and forests, dancing and singing with the sound of birds, it is a good year of wine and poetry.
On a snowy day, the farmer's wax moon is covered in silver, and everything is fresh.
Charming eyes, silver light thousands of miles of sky, festive harvest courtyard boundless.
Phases of thought, the bead curtain is a good festival, and the wine is drunk in the field.
Ruixue Fengnian courtyard laughed happily, wrapped in silver all over the field, sprinkled with the world.
The small courtyard of the farmhouse is mellow in wine, and it is a harvest of snow, sprinkled to the world like jade, and the years are like silver.
The red leaves dance with the wind, the yellow flowers are sprinkled with dew everywhere, the harvest festival is coming, and the farmer's wine is drunk on Chongyang.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art