Blue sky, green water, white cloud township, green mountains on both sides of the river into the gal

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-03-07

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A plum tree, the spring returns, and the dusk drizzle is hazy into a dream.

The song moves the soul of the guest, the garden is full of jadeite and does not feel the sunset, and the moonlight is vaguely like an old man.

The sun sets late at dusk, the moonlight provokes lovesickness, and the soul of the jade is known in the dream.

The moonlight is hazy, sitting alone and hesitating, looking for small poems in front of the screen.

The garden is full of spring, the ice soul is not stained with dust, there is no beautiful scenery at dusk, and the poet is drunk.

The soul is always stupid, provoked lovesickness, and people don't know it when they are alone in the twilight.

The dusk of Mo Dao is not spring, it is the most pleasant, the jade flowers are like brocade, and a piece of ice heart jade is the soul.

In the high clouds and mist of the Emerald Peak, in the dream soul of Furong Guoyuan, the dusk is still shining in the blue sky.

Falling into a dream, the leaves are like clouds, urging flowers to fall, and the hazy is more intoxicating.

The autumn wind is bleak and close to dusk, the moonlight is hazy and the night is deep, the jade is cold and difficult to dream, and the mandarin duck pillow is cold and easy to hurt the soul.

The jade branches are snowy and frosty, and the dusk drizzle is hazy and sleepy.

A wisp of soul, full of everything, the afterglow of the sunset at dusk is gone, and the moonlight is vaguely shining on the old people.

A bottle of wine in the independent dusk, the shadow in the hazy moonlight jade curtain, where is the soul of the pipa dream.

Reflecting the wine glass, drunk alone a thousand times at dusk, haunted by dreams and cold tears.

Reflecting the morning and evening, there is no good scenery in the dusk of clear water and green mountains, and the sky shines.

The soul of the old days, the jade covers the door, and the dusk sits alone and hazy like an old man.

The sun is not dawning, the moonlight jade screen in front of the window, the soul of the duck in the dream.

Dongjun lives up to the boundless to my house, a thousand reds compete for beauty, a wonderful.

Do not fight for spring and autumn flowers, only for Dongjun's intentions, who interprets thousands of customs, thousands of red and purple all over the world.

Thousands of red and new, the flowers bloom ten thousand most pleasantly, deliberately pity the grass, the spring garden is always true.

A little new, colorful, knowing, spring full of garden first to repay the favor.

Jun was once new, drunk tourists, coquettish, and the most amiable among the green bushes.

The garden is full of spring to be cut, the first to open, the flowers to interpret the language, thousands of red and purple into the poem.

Wake up the enchanting competition in the thousand red bushes, Dongjun is the most knowledgeable, and the spring is boundless for me to describe.

Thousands of silk winds are like cuts, urging flowers and thousands of red rain like smoke, incomprehensible human affairs, how can spring come to the eyes.

Last night, Dongjun crossed the small bridge, as enchanting, thousands of purples went with the wind, and there was a little delicate in the green bushes.

Thousands of reds and purples are competing, and there is a little shame in the green bushes, the most important thing is that Dongjun knows my intentions, and quietly the spring is full of branches.

Under Yaotai, where is Dongjun going, the color comes into the window.

Dongjun deliberately writes about romance, a glance at the collection, a hundred purples and thousands of reds compete for beauty, and the singing voice is displayed in the thousands of flowers.

The spring is overwhelming, who shares the white head with Dongjun, ten thousand kinds of amorous flowers to explain the language, and Baizi is always shy.

Competing to come, one in the green bushes opens, I know my mind, and the garden is full of spring at the mercy of others.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are full of purple gardens, and flowers are gorgeous, just for the spring color of the world.

Love is not old, plum blossoms spring color purple to welcome the new year, the first fragrance.

The spring color of the garden has been gone, and I want to ask Dongjun when he will return, and thousands of customs and flowers are explained, and thousands of reds are all in the words.

The night is deep, where is the hundred purple and thousands of red Dongjun, and the spring color of the garden is pleasant.

Dongjun is incomprehensible, the garden is full of spring colors, thousands of reds and purples compete for beauty, and there is a little truth in the bushes.

The spring color is full of gardens, and thousands of peach and plum trees reflect the blue sky.

Purple Dou Fangxin, Wanlu Cong Dongjun knows my intentions and sends good news.

Yujie does not stick to dust, sprinkled to the world is spring, the east wind sends warmth, and the ice and snow melt the spirit.

April is spring, not stained with dust, snow melts ice to eliminate the warmth of the world, and you join hands to be a neighbor.

Don't do it, ice and snow sky, where is Yujie lonely to find immortals.

The cold window is as cold as ice, who is comparable to Jun Liufu Yujie, and the moon is bright in the sky and on earth.

Yujie is natural, there is a little smoke in the world, and you have no intention of turning a wisp of clear spring.

has been accustomed to the dust of the world, and the ice soul is a wisp of spring mud.

Another year, if the end of the world is idle, the crystal flowers are like brocade, to the world.

The crystal blue sky, full of the world, ask you if you can have an ice soul to sleep.

The right way in the world is difficult, I can't bear to look at it, where to send the ice heart, and give the partridge heaven to the king.

Ask you what is still suffering, a little Lingxi two places of ice, jade and flawless in the sky.

Dancing and dancing, I am an immortal, what to fear, the beautiful scenery is in the heart.

Born jade clean and lonely, not stained with a little dirt in the world, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the ice soul and snow are in the poetry book.

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