Eternal love, looking at the dawn of the sky, I still remember the remaining clouds and moon in my dreams.
The night is late, I remember the old year in front of the window, where is the dream gone, and the heartbreaking song of lovesickness.
The spring water in the south of the Yangtze River is clear, and the evening breeze is cool in the north. When you leave, you will be heartbroken.
The person is separated from the east of the small bridge, who is heartbroken? Last night, the wind and rain have been blowing and the peach blossoms.
A song of lovesickness is almost heartbroken, and the tears are gone without seeing each other. I lean on the railing and remember the wind blowing in the middle of the night.
is confused, and every time I recall the tears of tears, the pain of people's hearts, and the heartbreak is always in my dreams.
A hundred years of memories of the world, the wind and smoke come into my dreams, the most complete hatred is the heartbreaking moon shines on Qinhuai.
month poems, bamboo shadows play the sound of the piano, and a ray of bright light is dawn to the fifth update.
A bottle of wine at dusk, and the door is closed without seeing the wind and rain for thousands of miles. The bright moon has never shined on my heart.
A few years later, it’s like a shuttle, and the vast universe is full of smiles.
The seasons are new, the world is drunk with thousands of miles, the sun and the moon are flowing in the pot, and the writing is spring and autumn immortal text.
The clear air of the universe fills the world, the water is also cold, and the cycle of the sun and the moon begins to pass on ancient and modern times.
wanders leisurely, and the spring and autumn are left and right in the pen, silently following the water, watching the ups and downs in the sleeves of the universe.
A few times of spring and autumn dreams, the sun and moon in the pot are sparse and wild, and the world is in the sleeves of the universe and the world is fragrant forever.
Flowers are floating in the sky, a sand gull is full of sorrow in the pot.
html, thousands of miles away, the competition is enchanting, the sun, moon, spring and autumn are all beautiful in the pot.The true love of the sun and the moon is here, and the righteousness of the spring and autumn remains. Don’t say that life is illuminating the universe.
A few short spring and autumn, sun, moon, stars, Universe is infinitely good, wind, flowers, snow, rain and no worries.
Dragons, snakes, flowers are beautiful, poems chant the mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, spring and autumn are forever neighbors.
Since ancient times, there is a grain of dust in the universe, and the beautiful brushwork of flowers is innocence, with the sun, moon, wind and cloud ambition, and the heart of spring, autumn, rain and dew.
In the world, spring, autumn, winter and summer for five thousand years, snow and rain are all passing by, and I am a fairy in the drunken world.
A dream of the thirty spring and autumn, the sun and moon shine on Kunlun in the pot, the breeze is in the sleeves of the universe, and the flowers fall on the earth for several more times.
When will the leaves fall and stop, the universe is allowed to travel in the drunken state, and the sun and moon are reincarnated and change over the spring and autumn.
0 million miles of the universe leaves fall without traces, the sun, moon, stars, and clouds flowing in winter and summer.
Shuangwan relies on changes, the spring and autumn are fragrant and filled with sleeves, and the world is drunk without worrying about sorrow.
Spring and Autumn become the past, the sun and the moon change into a new look, and the universe is vast and the world has been surging for another hundred years.
The flowers in the mountains are blooming and the water flows forever, the universe is harvested in one glance, the sun, moon, stars are the right path to spring and autumn.
retains great spirit, blooms strange flowers, and dares to share the colorful clouds with the sun, moon, spring and autumn.
Where can I wander around the world? Change wine and talk about mulberry and hemp, and cook the sunset with simple tea and plain rice in the clear spring.
reflects the sunset, old wine talks about mulberry and hemp, why don’t you wake up if you don’t get drunk, you can still vaguely reach the end of the world in your dream.
A cup of wine is drunk in the wind, and I raise my glass to invite you to enjoy the flowers from all over the world.
Thousands of turbid wine are drunk on the sunset, thousands of wisps are sent to the world, and a cup of bitterness and tea in life are fresh breeze.
Where are flowers flying? Thousands of cups of flowers drunk in the house, and one cup of plain rice, rough tea, mulberry and hemp.
Drunk in the sunset, brew new tea, and a thousand cups of it are my home.
Clear tea and light wine talk about mulberry and hemp, a cup of fragrant tea drunk the sunset, and the world in the cup is sent to the end of the world.
Drunk in the bright moon, where can I find a soulmate? A lonely lamp with tears of lovesickness, and half a bowl of tea cools my lonely heart.
A cup of mulberry and hemp, light rice and coarse tea are also home, and thousands of cups of turbid wine are sent to the world.
Drink alone at the clear glow and cook tea at night. A lonely lamp shines on someone's home. A thousand cups cannot help but feel the pain of lovesickness. I lie drunk on the end of the world and dream of falling flowers.
I am not drunk and I am a soulmate. I am a breeze and bright moonlit night at the end of the world. I am willing to be poor when I eat simple food.
Function, sit in front of you for three hours, tea is light and thick, a thousand cups are not drunk, where can you find the fragrance of the world?
I have nothing to do to enjoy fragrant tea, a cup of clear tea is drunk in the sunset, and who can share the turbid wine with thousands of cups of turbid wine, and send my lovesickness to the ends of the world.
A pair of green lamps and yellow flowers, a light rice and coarse tea can also be praised, and a thousand cups of turbid wine are bright moons around the world.
The sorrowful heart is really tea. A cup of fragrance is exchanged for three minutes. Walking around the world to see the fallen flowers.
Invites the shadow of the moon, the breeze sends thousands of miles to the world, a tear of lovesickness, and a lonely tea in the cold rain.
is particularly clear, and the misty rain will last for life, and the spring scenery in the south and north of the Yangtze River will be like the north, but I still can’t dream when I am drunk.
The east wind is in full swing for a night, and the sky is in the south of the Yangtze River, and the misty rain is still smiling.
In the dream, the swallows in the south of the Yangtze River dance are still drunk, and a raincoat, peach blossoms sleep with water.
The mist and rain can be gone, the peach blossoms pass by, and the spring scenery is gone by, and there is no more drunkenness in the bow of the boat.
Peach blossoms reflect the colorful clouds, a raincoat and mist can be the end of the world, and singing in the south and north of the Yangtze River and the north are drunk.
is refreshing, full of fragrance, a raincoat of mist and rain, and the years are urging.
When I arrived in Jiangnan, I was drunk and still smiled with a smile on the misty and rainy towers.
Willows are like curtains, the cloudy locks the painted boat, the most beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and the light boat carries wine and dreams are still full of joy.
Song of the heart is rising, the beauty of the moon is shared by the south and north of the Yangtze River, and a raincoat, mist and rain, peach blossoms are accompanied by water.
Spring comes to the south of the Yangtze River and the willows are green, a song moves the capital, and Xiaoxiang is in the misty rain and peach blossom dream.
Five lakes are misty and rain, and the peach blossoms reflect the green pond for ten miles, and lying drunk on the bow of the boat, the spring water is green in the south of the Yangtze River.
reflects the water flow, fishing for fishing boats with rain and rain, the scenery is beautiful all year round, and you can drink and sing and enjoy it.
A song of drunken spring breeze, different from the north and south of the Yangtze River, misty rain and towers, and many dreams, peach blossoms still have red smiles.
Spring comes to Jiangnan and dances in the drunken clouds, and a raincoat rain and peach blossoms reflect the green gauze.
Purple swallows fly on the floor, peach blossoms and flowing water blow on the face, people are drunk, and there are thousands of scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in their dreams.
The peach blossoms are red, the mist and rain are in the east and west, and the south and north are in the north and fall asleep in the dream.
The dream is in full bloom, the sky is green in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain is hazy and the willow bank, and the peach blossoms are still smiling.
The spring breeze arrives in the south of the Yangtze River overnight, the branches are green, and the dreams are sweet under the hazy mist and rain.
cages thousands of homes, the flowing water of the small bridge reflects the peach blossoms, and in the spring, it is suspected that it is the March cloud in the south of the Yangtze River.
Peach blossoms in March sunny days, misty rain covers the green mountains, and the most heart-warming leaf in the painting of Jiangnan.
A night of autumn sounds, falling leaves fill the window lattices, and I raise my glass to invite the moon to be five times.
finally turns into a butterfly and becomes a poem, and the golden wind and jade dew enter the wine bowl.
whispered quietly and was still impatient. In the awakening of the dream, the wind blew the willows and peach blossoms.
The wind is in the dim moon, and the autumn sound is bleak and I know that I am a guest. Who will I drink and sing with?
The night is dark in the sound, and the golden wind and jade dew meet again. I raise my glass and drink together to realize that my dream is empty.
Only when you wake up will you realize that dreams are hard to come true. You drink lightly until dawn. The wind blows the willows and the rain hits 50,000 pm.
Crossing the river city, everything sounds silently and clear at night. I don’t know how to wake up, but I still drink my life when I get up.
The old friend has gone in the sad voice, the wind swept over the broken clouds and leaves fly, and the wine sang and sang the past, and the tears of awakening in the dream are wet.
When the thunder awakens, I push the window to drink my longing for the moon, and I don’t know the sound of the wind blowing willow catkins and banana leaves.
Only after drinking the clear bottle shallowly, I realize that the dream is gone, and the wind blows the red and the cry breaks the colorful clouds.
The willow dance is light, and the rain hits the banana leaves to realize that they are guests, and they drink lightly until dawn.
The sparse forest sounds, and fallen leaves fill the mountain city. It was already five o'clock when I raised my glass to drink.
I have been awakened in my dream for a long time, and I sip and murmur without knowing it. The wind outside the window moistens the things as thin as silk.
The mountains and rivers are the sun and the moon are shining, and the setting sun is still singing when the wind blows.
The summer wind and heat are steaming, and it is intermittent and unbearable to listen. Suddenly, I wake up and drink the tea until dawn.
The sound of the song is crisp, the peach blossoms are smiling red, and the wine is drunk by the window, and the moon is hazy after not awakening.
Smile and whispered for a long time, and the wind swayed and the bamboo shadows knew in the dream.
Willows are like smoke by the Dongting Lake, Yueyang Tower Outside the sky, new sentences of sorrow and joy are shed tears.
writes amazing sentences, and recites them into poems of joy. Today, Yueyang waves will be heard from you.
When will I stop? I can’t relieve my sorrows. Today, the spring water of Yueyang flows eastward.
Looking up at the river flowing on the Yueyang Tower, a boat in the misty rain in the Dongting Court, I want to write a new poem and fill my heart with my worries and joy.
Floating on the light boat, autumn outside the Yueyang Tower, who can share the sorrow and joy feelings? A new sentence is for you.
chants without losing your intentions, and you are happy to put your thoughts in your heart. The Dongting waves are wide on the Yueyang Tower.
Life is short and joyless, there is the fragrance of ink between the lines, looking at the moon above Yueyang Tower from afar, the waves in the Dongting Temple are surging in the vast night.
Looking up at Xiaoxiang on the floor, there are no good new words about Dongting in misty rain, and you will be filled with sorrow and happiness.
Passing Dongting, I recall the past on Yueyang Tower, who asks about the worries and joys, and I can judge the universe in my sentence.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
