The Ming Dynasty came back again, and the Dongjun arrived at Yaotai overnight.
Secretly send peach blossom water, swallows in the Ming Dynasty east wind know my intentions, blowing away thousands of piles overnight.
The west wind is empty, the fallen leaves and water flow to the east, and the Ming Dynasty is mud into the painting.
The heavens and the earth were full of red rivers overnight, and the Ming Dynasty was again in the painting.
Like yesterday, the past is like the past, the wind and rain overnight, and it is spring.
The mud is drawn into the map, the imperial capital is full, and the purple air and breeze come from the east.
The spring breeze is full of green slopes overnight, dancing and swaying, and it is the day of flowers, and the new mud on the beam is the old nest.
The east window is high and sleeping, and the spring breeze falls into a dream at the beginning of a night, and I hope that the swallows of the Ming Dynasty will build a new home.
The flowers are blooming, the nest is building, the wind is blowing and the rain is blowing, and the east of the wall is full of smiles.
The mud flow rolls up the waves and washes the sand, I like to see the flowers everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, the purple air comes to the east to welcome the rising sun, and the spring breeze reaches the end of the world overnight.
The west wind is more than 10,000 miles away overnight, and it is always difficult to write in the Ming Dynasty.
Through Changhong, the shock is nine times, I like to see the flowers of the Ming Dynasty, and the mud swallows dance in the clear sky.
It is the new sun of the Ming Dynasty again, and the mud purple swallow is green in a thousand mountains overnight, and the clouds in Shenzhou are looking east.
Spring is strong, and the flowers are more red in the Ming Dynasty, and the lovesick dreams of the girls in the east are different.
On each side, the sound of the jade flute is sonorous into a swan song, which is madness.
Playing under the moon, the strings are rippling, and the jade flute Sijun can't sleep at night.
The world is shocked, where is the clear sound, the first few layers of the stage.
The jade mirror hangs high without tears, and thousands of miles go with the wind, singing late autumn.
The bright moon sent the king back to his hometown, and the jade flute dreamed to the end of the world, and a sonorous song of lovesickness turned into a clear sound into ten thousand homes.
The fragrance of Han Mo is still there, the old man is still sonorous, and no one is gone, and he stands at dusk for the king's melancholy.
I can't bear to hear it, I can't help it, where is it now, only the spring breeze knows the old king.
Looking for bosom friends everywhere, on the waterfront in the south, thousands of miles away, there is residual temperature on the sonorous strings.
The fragrance of the Jun family is still there, the jade is not grinding, the four seats are shocked, and the clear sound is elegant and the heart is rippling.
In the early evening, a dream passed through the sword gate, and the jade flute blew the eternal hatred, asking the king where to find the king and grandson.
It's another year, the frost dyes the sideburns and sighs, the rain nourishes the new jade, and the wonderful pen gives birth to a smile.
The jade food and gold pill are not enough, the two forget to say, no one sees the wind and moon, and a sonorous smile is out of the world.
When you get old, you smile warmly, Yu Guanxi looks ecstasy, and the sonorous sword qi rushes to the bull fight, and the sound of poetry moves ghosts and gods.
Cover the door during the day, the sonorous wind and rain blow through the plum blossoms, and the old children and grandchildren of the family.
The sonorous sound of the song broke the intestines, the wet red makeup, the jade flute blew through the lovesickness, and asked when you would return to your hometown.
At the beginning of the purple dress, Jun was in my water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and the moonlight flowers made shadows in the early night, and a song of phoenixes begged for a phoenix.
Go with you, today's new words come with jade, heaven and earth move, and the clear sound and elegant rhyme surround Yaotai.
The banquet in the front court has been heard, people are far away, and the bright moon is shining.
Touching the heartstrings, the elegant rhyme and clear sound play the flowing water tune, and it is lingering.
The jade bone ice muscle is not stained, the lone branch is open for the king, the soul is arrogant and frosty, and the elegant rhyme falls into a dream.
At the beginning of growth, the jade face was ashamed and shocking, and thousands of rivers and mountains were always clear.
The elegant fragrance is far away, the arrogant bones are sonorous and majestic, where to find the jade ice soul, you can find it in the Guanghan Palace.
The sonorous gold and stone are self-purifying, and the jade flute is blowing horizontally.
Through the exquisite jade, Jun is the music of Yaoman dancing in the world, moving for nine days.
It is vaguely the hometown, a pot of old wine talks about the vicissitudes of life, incomprehensible lovesickness, and wishes the world a long life.
I wish you a long life, appreciate Chan together, drink three times and people are not drunk, and the poem becomes a dream that is difficult to come true.
Si Chanjuan, reunited, after three rounds of drinking, I vaguely saw the gentleman's face.
Idle a pot of wine, thinking about the end of the world in a dream with this month, Chanjuan has been on a journey through the ages.
There are often dreams around the knees, the wine is always about love, and Chanjuan is safe and healthy for thousands of miles.
Raise a glass to wish Chanjuan a total of one time, and the wine has passed three rounds and a hundred dreams.
At the end of the world, I came to my house safely, the three patrols were not drunk, and the flowers of the old garden.
Confidants have fewer than a thousand cups, everything is empty, and I wish the sky to accompany you all the way.
Dream around a thousand mountains into the painting, the beginning of the poem, if the solution of lovesickness, I wish peace and peace in the two places.
I wish the three lives of love is not over, Chanjuan thousands of miles together tonight, raise a glass and drink the soul to the Queqiao.
With this feeling, the moon is bright, osmanthus wine, and the soul is in the hometown.
A glass of residual wine to the cold window, two lines of vague tears in the dream, I wish the hero more ambitions, and Chanjuan shines on Xiaoxiang forever.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art