A tree of plum blossoms is accompanied by snow flying, when will the wanderers in the distance return? The spring breeze does not dissipate from people's wishes, and it still blows the sunset to the end of the world.
A night of spring breeze, all things are born, where to find the fragrance of the world, and the plum blossoms in the distance are smiling.
Another year in the end of the world, the spring breeze has not yet fallen, no one asks me, I hope you have not returned in the distance.
In the dream, the plum blossoms are proud of the snow and smile at the cold winter, sending warmth to the mountains and green, and the love is strong in the ends of the world.
Send plum blossoms, thousands of homes in the distance, don’t say that the spring breeze is infinitely beautiful, and a wisp of lovesickness will reach the end of the world.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, and you are not seen from the end of the world. Looking at the distance, a tree is colorful.
Looking at the end of the world, the green willows hang down, and the plum blossoms fall and the wild geese return in the distance.
When I return, I talk about mulberry and hemp. The place where I start is my home, and the sunset glow falls to the end of the world.
The blue sky reflects the colorful flowers, the fishing boat sings the sunset glow, and the smoke from cooking surrounds the fields to talk about mulberry and hemp.
The sunset is shining, reflecting the afterglow, and the smoke from the cooking stove surrounds a glass of mulberry and hemp wine.
The sunset is red, the green is thick, and the water reflects the blue sky and sings in the sunset.
One path is slanted, whose home is at the beginning? The sunset glow is red outside the green mountains, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects the rice flowers.
The blue sky filming building, the sunset shines like fire on the river, and the smoke from cooking is full of mulberry and hemp.
The sunset is setting, the sunset is slanting, the blue sky reflects colorful flowers, and a few wisps of smoke in the small courtyard talk about mulberry and hemp.
The smoke curled around the sunset, the farmhouse in the small courtyard talked about mulberry and hemp, and the green water and green mountains sang the sunset like flowers.
cannot be planted. Penglai is where the smoke rises, and a touch of red like fire, which is suspected to be blooming in the sun.
The pink peach blossoms and green willows reflect the setting sun, the sunset of the west mountains flies, a few wisps of smoke surround the village house, and the shepherd boy returns in the depths of mulberry and hemp.
The sunset is setting, the heart of the heart reflects the blue sky, and the graceful smoke hides the fairy tracks deep in the cooking stove.
Whose home is from? The mulberry and hemp flowers on the road are red like fire, and the spring breeze sends the sunset all the way.
In front of the courtyard, mulberry and hemp are spoken at my home, and the sunset is the sky.
reflects snowflakes, the valleys dye the sunset, the smoke curling around the farmhouse, and laughter and singing and mulberry.
The sunset of the west mountains shines on the sunset, the waves of water wash away the sand, and the smoke of cooking fires surrounds mulberry and mahjong talks about wine and tea.
Chapter 0 Mushroom, a few wisps of smoke surround the trees, the sunset is red like fire, and the autumn colors of the mountains reflect the window screen.
The sunset is setting, the sunset is sunset, a touch of red clouds reflecting the ends of the world, and the smoke from cooking surrounds the fields to talk about mulberry and hemp.
The sunset is my home, and the sunset is reflected in the end of the world.
Chapter mulberry and hemp, surround my house, a touch of sunset glow and waning moon reflects the window screen.
The willow leaves are falling, and the beautiful woman's tears are two lines. Who is the talented man busy with the light when he is drunk?
The talented man is hazy, and the beauty in the drunk world is searching everywhere, and the peach blossoms are still full of red.
Climbing high and looking into the distance, the romantic talented man writes poems, and the beautiful woman is beautiful wine and peach blossoms accompany the moon to sleep.
The beautiful woman dances gently with her beautiful figure, her pink peach blossoms reflect the water, and the talented man is full of love in her spring dream, and a wisp of fragrance is intoxicated by her heart.
reflects the water flow, the beauty sits alone at the small bridge, still drunk when she brushes her face, and the talented man is infatuated with sorrow.
A talented man is so romantic that he has never been able to live in a drunken state of dreams and death. The beauty has gone without a trace, and only the peach blossoms are lonely and red.
A little drunk on the setting sun, the talented man has a long charm, and since ancient times, the beautiful woman has tears in her fantasy.
A song of beautiful women laughing at the peach blossoms, and a romantic talented man watches the setting sun.
The willows are filled with smoke, the beautiful woman in the dream is intoxicated by singing, and who is the talented man playing the strings of the piano?
Wenjun is in love with each other, the bright moon is drunk and lingering, and the beautiful woman is beautiful and beautiful wine and peach blossoms fall all over the sky.
When you are drunk, you can watch the bright moon with a light, you can see the romantic and talented man and lovely man, but you still have a beautiful woman in the courtyard.
There is nowhere to hide, the scenery is beautiful, and the dream of a talented man in Jiangnan is also fragrant.
The peach blossom land is good for farming, the beautiful woman accompany me to sleep, and I am drunk and read the poems of the talented man in the world.
beats the boy, dancing gracefully in drunkenness, the beauty smiles like a beautiful woman, and she is ashamed to sleep under the peach blossom fan.
A talented man wrote a poem when he was drunk, and the beauty was confused and peach blossoms fell all over the sky.
Under the moon, the beauty is alone and sad, falling all the water flows in the air, and the pitiful talented man will be fine in everything in the world.
The fragrance of peach blossoms fills the building, a smile relieves thousands of sorrows, and the spring breeze blows the beauty’s hair all over.
Where to ask for, relieve the worries of thousands, the beauty has left and the peach blossoms are falling all over her head.
Willow catkins are also intoxicated by being soaked in clothes, how many romantic and talented men are so sad, and the beautiful women are not satisfied with the peach blossoms and swimming in the water.
The east of the small building, the peach blossoms are red, and the talented man doesn’t know where to go, and the spring breeze is still drunk.
The water in the pool is as clear as washing, and the beauty is not seen coming to her dream. The talented man is vaguely wondering when he is drunk.
A talented man from Jiangnan recites poems together. When he is drunk, the world is late to dream. Don’t say that the beauty is searching for her, and the peach blossoms still smile on the spring branches.
The guests are drunk in the spring, and the romantic talented man smiles like a beautiful person. It is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom.
leaning against the jade railing, the peach blossoms are still smiling, where is the talented man now? I have been drunk and watched the world for tens of thousands of years.
Peach blossoms are gone without traces, no trace is seen, no beauty is full of tears, and she looks for her old dream in drunkenness. Who is the talented man infatuated?
When you have nothing to do, taste fragrant tea, go back to the fields to learn to plant melons, and send your feelings to the world.
A piece of land is sent to the world, how many things happen in the world, the breeze and bright moon are half a pot of tea.
Mr. Hidden, his poem is like Dongpo Taibai Crazy, the real fun here is, and he spends time with simple food.
eternal day, new sentences relieve sorrow, whose little girl has just grown up, a Qing poem sends it to the distance.
Poetry and wine Life is a flower, the bright moon is my family, if you explain half a bowl of tea tonight, Dongjun.
The bright moon and the breeze make the music endlessly, who can get half a bowl of fragrant tea?
Explanation of the words is like water, and the fragrance of the pen is like tea. Don’t say that the poem is a wisp of it and send it to whom.
A cup of tea in the spring breeze, the flowers are covered with flowers in the morning, and whose little girl is like a poem and a colorful cloud.
Why wine is used? You don’t need home. The east wind is used to blow away the jasper tea.
Half a bowl of tea, my heart is flowers, whose little girl recites poetry and watches the setting sun.
seeks elegant interests, searches for immortals in the sea of people, the spring breeze does not understand the world, and still blows the fragrance of jasmine tea.
The little girl grew up, and she accompanied me on poetry, painting, piano and chess, and spent the rest of her life without understanding the world.
I have never understood the title of Confucian scholar in my life. I have been curled to the coldest years, but I can find the poem where there are green mountains.
Every time I remember that the sweet and bitterness of rough tea is sweet, I always think of fine wine to relieve my sorrow, and my poems are sent to the nine provinces of thousands of miles of my family.
The geese in the clouds, a cup of tea on the table to relieve the cold, the poetic heart has nowhere to be sent, and the spring breeze sends me to your home.
Half a volume of poetry and books disappear forever, and the lights of several families shine alone, and the east wind does not dissipate, and they still blow tea until dawn.
The spring breeze cannot relieve the loneliness, and I look for poetry in my dreams to return home together.
The rain is like tea in the season. Who can understand the longing for a long time, and the heart of poetry is sent to the end of the world.
Life has several springs, a wisp of sentiment in the world, and infatuation is always replaced by black hair and white clouds.
The temples are frosted, the infatuation is sent to the distance, the bitter, spicy, sour and sweet tastes all kinds of flavors, and the longing turns into tears.
Falling flowers and flowing water have been falling for years, and it is deeper and deeper. Crying blood and cuckoo The moon is like smoke at the entrance of the alley.
Stepping on the snow mud, the oriole cries in the deep tree, the wind and rain are as cold as water, and flowers fall all over the ground have nowhere to live.
A tree of crows can't stop crying, the sunset is low at Wuyi Lane, and the fallen flowers and flowing waters are moored in the Qinhuai at night.
Day and night, the music and flowing water are vaguely singing, and the orioles are singing in front of the building at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.
Fragrant grassland, small buildings, cuckoos cry blood and hold branches and moon shadows.
The moon is flying south, the sky is filled with tears, and the flowers fall on this night on earth are another year.
I don’t know that spring is like a dream, I live on the siding where I listen to the wind and rain, and let the fallen flowers flow with the water.
The dew wet the collars of the clothes, the wind sends the fallen flowers to the forest, and the magpies cry on the branches break the sorrow of the guest.
The wind blows the leaves and falls and flowers fly away, the rain hits the banana leaves at night, Du Yu can't stop crying in his voice, and the words at the Wuyi Lane are desolate.
No stopping, a geese crying in the sky, traveling through the wind and rain road, falling flowers and flowing water west of the small bridge.
The west wind blows the geese fly south, the sound of magpies surround the trees is sad and dismal, the dew is long at night, the grass and trees are wet, and the fallen flowers are everywhere, no one lives on the ground.
Sparse stars and moon shadows are low, falling flowers and flowing water are west of the small bridge, and the building at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is empty and crying.
Falling flowers and flowing water are deeper and the moonlight is thicker, and Du Yu's voice is looking for the beauty at the entrance of the alley.
The black tent follows the waves, the orioles sing and the green willows are beautiful in the dream of the south of the Yangtze River, and the falling flowers are all over the eyes and the sound of rain.
The flowers and grass are lush, like the water and the moon sinks to the west, the cuckoos crying blood and their souls are already confused.
The night is quieter and deeper, the fallen flowers and flowing water are confused, and the building at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is crying to the sky.
Another year, the fifth day, the fallen flowers on the pillow are at night.
The wind and rain come at night, and the fallen flowers have nowhere to live. The magpies still cry to others without knowing it.
Spring is coming again, and people are not seen deeper. The sound of cuckoos crying blood is getting farther and farther away, and tears at the entrance of the black-yi alley are stained with scarves.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
