lotus flowers hang like snow willows, lotus seeds are born without self-control. Don’t say that there is no pure land in the mud, why bother to cause lovesickness in the world?
The mud melts the falling floss like snow, the short life is like spring, and the lotus seeds are hard to break the soul in the dream.
The spring scenery is in the end of the world, the peach blossoms of thousands of trees are full of love, and the willows are blowing on the dam, dancing with the wind.
is happy, the green willows drooping silk is drunk, the peach blossoms are red like fire, and the spring scenery in the garden is touching.
The clear water is soft, and the face is drunk in my heart. The peach blossoms welcome guests with a smile. The spring scenery is boundless and can be left and left.
In March, peach blossoms are fragrant, spring is crazy, and the breeze blows on your face and gently shakes the faint fragrance.
Want to fall in front of your eyes, the most passionate thing is like the past.
I still pity me. When I came, I didn’t see you. I blinked my face and looked at the flowing clouds.
Dancing at the bottom of the fan is light, the spring scenery enters the painting screen, and the orioles sing in the depths of the breeze.
Drizzle flies, swallows return, peach blossoms fall all over the garden and the fragrance of dyed clothes.
The orioles are light and the swallows come, and the most beautiful peach blossoms are blooming for whom?
is like burning fire, the spring scenery is charming, the breeze blows on the face and people are intoxicated, and the green willows drift their silks dancing on their thin waists.
is boundlessly entered into the painting screen, peach blossoms flowing water east of the small bridge, orioles singing, green willows and winds red.
The orioles sing on the willow bank, the birds sing, the grass is green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and intoxicating.
The peach blossoms are warm and the red sun is floating, the spring scenery is boundless and the painting is drawn, and I ask the fisherman in the depths of the breeze.
is in the Qingming Festival, and the peach blossoms are particularly red on the shore. The fisherman is fishing, and the breeze blows his face and is drunk with poetry.
Blow the face and the gentle breeze and drizzle, the orioles sing and the swallows return on the willow bank, the peach blossoms welcome tourists with a smile, and the spring scenery in the garden is drunk and never returns.
The wind blows the willow catkins and the fragrance of the green leaves, and the peach blossoms in March do not miss home.
Flowering water east of the small bridge, the spring scenery is boundless and the breeze is intoxicating, and the flying geese are seen in the depths of the willow shade.
The spring scenery is sad and bleak, peach blossoms fall all over the stream, and the most passionate faces the people.
Knows cleanliness, turbid water sees innocence, lotus blooms with the same roots, and knots in the heart, and old age depends on each other to save people.
A light boat hangs for thousands of miles, the clear water reflects the two lotus, and the mud in the deep lotus flowers does not stain the sky.
The lotus leaves are thin, the mountains are high and the willow branches are hanging, and no one is asking about it in the depths, so the mud covers the jade skin.
The lotus root is broken and can’t bear to return, the mud and turbid water blows, and fishing alone, the birds fly around.
The sludge is not stained with silk and love is long, and the and the lotus open under the willow fishing for the setting sun.
The lotus comes out, the affection is strong, and the lotus blooms in the jade dew reflects the red flowers.
does not stain the mortal world, silk is connected to the body, and a lotus blooms and bows its head. Who is it?
History articles, lotus comes out of the silt pond and the love is not over yet, and the sludge does not stain the beauty's waist.
The mud is clear, there are people walking deep in the lotus flowers, and the lotus boat is a leaf and a silky leaf fishing for the bright moon.
The lotus steps gently move to the small bridge, the willow branches hang down sorrow, no one asks about the depths of the lotus flowers, and falls into the mud and refuses to stop.
No fragrance, mandarin ducks hidden deep in the lotus flowers, a leaf goes with the waves, hanging down silkworms and fishing for the moonlight.
A wisp of fragrance hits my face. When will Dongjun go to the Yaotai? The peach blossoms reflect the water as red as fire, and thousands of trees bloom in succession.
The vast and vast view opens, the loneliness in front of the door reflects the setting sun, and the fragrance of the year is accompanied by the long dream.
The green water and green mountains bloom, and the spring breeze and the fragrance of the spring sun are warm and refreshing.
The wind and grass are green, the fragrance is bright when you open your face, and the red clouds are particularly bright.
A wisp of drunken tourists, the wind and scenery are new, and the green waters and green mountains bloom all over the garden.
The cold is blooming alone in the snow, the jade bones and ice skin reflect the pink cheeks, and wait until the spring breeze enters your arms.
brushes my face, intoxicated by the heart, and the red clouds are reflected on the cheeks when the peach blossoms bloom.
A wisp of fragrance surrounds your fingers. When will you stop at night? The flowers are red and the willows are green and the wind is gently opening the painting building.
Bloom with rain, spring scenery reflects the tower, the wind is beautiful and sunny, and the fragrance hits the face.
Outside the window, the mist dissipates for another year, and the spring breeze fills the world.
The vastness is connected to the vastness under the sun, and a wisp reaches the end of the world, the clouds bloom and the fog dissipates the green mountains reflect the colorful clouds.
The fragrance enters the green light, the sun is beautiful and the swallows fly together, and the peach blossoms reflect the water and the spring mountains cannot bear to return.
reflects the windowsill, opening in sequence, waiting for the spring breeze to come into my heart.
A ray of setting sun shines on the green, the wind blows willow catkins flying all over the sky, and bees and butterflies dance and sing happily on the trees.
reflects the evening shine, birds singing, butterflies chasing bees, shepherd boy flute flying cow back, singing along the way on the green wei.
dances around the fragrance, the colorful flowers reflect the sun, and the swallows fly low and turn into the green light.
The spring breeze blows on the face and willows fly, the green water and green mountains reflect the green color, the rising sun rises from the east for thousands of miles, the fragrance of flowers, birds and butterflies and bees chase after them.
The scenery is in the green, the mountains are full of flowers, the fragrance of honey is filled with sleeves, and the flowing water plays the piano full of radiance.
reflects the brilliance of the clouds, butterflies dance and bees are busy collecting honey, flying low to find the old building, peach blossoms are drunk with a smile.
Butterfly dances and bees are busy collecting honey, the pink peach blossoms and green willows reflect the radiance of the clouds, the bells fly, the grass grows and flowers, and the swallows carry mud into the green light.
The autumn wind is bleak and the geese fly south, the fallen leaves are drifting all over the green, and the sunset is setting, bees are busy collecting honey.
Singing on the green whim, the flowers in the mountains are blooming and cannot help but feel the wish of the bees, and the peach blossoms are blown away and the sun shines.
sends afterglow, butterflies dance and bees are busy collecting honey, flying on the branches, and red plum blossoms bloom and green.
Look at the green light, geese fly south in the deep, flowers, birds sing, bees and butterflies dance, and mountains and lakes reflect the light of falling light.
Willow catkins are flying and spring is back again, and there are people returning in the depths, and the sunset shines around the trees and chases them.
Flowers and birds sing, green mountains reflect the sun, swallows dance and doves fly in the depths of the colorful clouds return.
Flying in the sky with rain, dancing with the wind, and the clear sky is covered with bees.
The green peaks are hidden and green, the colorful clouds are flying deep in the white clouds, and the fragrance of flowers and birds are singing in the west mountains reflecting the evening shine.
The sun shines, butterflies and bees chase, and the flow goes straight down the Milky Way and falls in the green.
Collecting honey, reflecting the tower, the warblers and grasses blooming in my arms.
Birds sounded sparsely, egrets flew in the sky, butterflies danced, bees were busy and flowers were blooming, and the sunset reflected the afterglow.
The sparse shadow is three-point thin, the wind sends a faint fragrance, and I don’t know who the fragrance remains for when I am drunk.
I don’t know that I am a guest while drunk, the fragrance is floating, and a few branches of faint fragrance accompany the bright moon.
sparse shadows slanted across the moon half curtain, the faint fragrance floats among the water and clouds, and drunkenly drinking in front of the flowers beside a stiff pillow.
Flowering stamens, green willows in front of the courtyard are drunk with spring breeze, thousands of floating flowers and trees, and sparse shadows slant across the moon in the sky.
The poetic love is infatuated with the heart, the ink rhyme blooms leisurely, a little faint fragrance leaves with the dream, and a sparse shadow accompanying the spring.
A wisp of faint fragrance and sparse shadows are deep in the night, and the wind shakes the fragrant stamens and plum blossoms in the dream.
A tree of gold is slanted horizontally, the faint fragrance floats on the jade bones and makes people intoxicated, and the fragrant stamen is shy and wants to break the soul.
The first dew has not dried, and I am drunk in the south of the Yangtze River for a night, and the faint fragrance floats across the slanting moon halfway.
Drunk in the snow branches, the fragrant stamens proclaim spring, the faint fragrance floats thousands of flowers and trees, and the sparse shadows slant across the moon half a pond.
The dark fragrance floats outside the window, the sparse shadow reflects the red makeup, and a fragrant stamen in the ghostly mind is drunk in my dreams.
half a month, the faint fragrance floats all over the garden, the jade bones and flowers are drunk, and the fragrant stamens and branches are close in the dream.
Stepping on the snow to find the plum blossoms, the breeze blows on my face and is drunk in my heart, and the faint fragrance floats across the slanting moon fills the building.
The faint fragrance floats horizontally and half-curve the moon, and the fragrant stamens are shy and jade bones are drunk on the beauty.
dances gracefully, floating in the sky, and I don’t know that the fragrance of the flowers comes to the world when I am drunk.
Only the only one who is drunk in the world, his shy smiles new, and a few wisps of faint fragrance and sparse shadows come true.
The fragrance welcomes the snow flying, the bamboo shakes the sparse shadows Li Bai competes for the fragrance of the stamens, the swallows dance and the orioles sing drunk in the green.
horizontally reflects the moonlight, the faint fragrance floats and the snow is flying, the ice skin and jade bones return to the dream.
Playing with the water, mandarin ducks chasing the waves, the spring scenery in the lake is sad, three cups of turbid wine invite the bright moon, and a song of clear singing in the evening boat.
The clear waves are swinging, the trees are full of peach blossoms and laughing, three cups of people are drunk, and the spring breeze is accompanying you all the way.
A full cup of tea moistens the heart, the mandarin ducks play in the water and enjoy themselves, and they don’t feel tired after drinking three cups. They sing to relieve their worries.
Three cups without feeling the cold, the song of the Qing song is filled with tears, and the mandarin ducks play in the water and the people in the west building are not asleep.
The orioles sing and dancing in three cups, sleeping in drunkenness, and the paper plays absurdly with the water with the flower fairy.
Last night, the full Chang'an , three cups of mandarin ducks playing in the water were drunk, and the song of the clear song is still cold.
What absurdity, playing with the clear waves, three cups of turbid wine and singing old songs.
A song of the clear song is cold in the moonlight, three cups of turbid wine are not asleep, and the paper is full of lovesickness and play in the water in the south of the Yangtze River.
is not stained with dust, the most pleasant, three cups of turbid wine and clear songs to send late spring.
The spring breeze blows the green all over the south of the Yangtze River, and the two fly in the water, three cups of turbid wine and one song are smiling.
Three glasses of wine, why not have a song, playing with the water, mandarin ducks are paired with wings, the breeze and bright moon are filled with mountains and rivers.
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