A night of spring breeze is beautiful and affectionate, and peach blossoms are hard to understand the sound of loneliness.
It is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom again, and the willow leaves are dancing unevenly, and the thick grass is blowing on the face.
The green and yellow swallows fly, the apricots and red fall, and the spring breeze is not relieved and you have not returned.
In the autumn wind, the moon is bright, the water is wide, the mountains are long, where is the sound of the countryside?
The sound of autumn is bleak and geese are slanting, the water is far away and the mountains are long and the road is not credited. When the moon is bright, the guests miss home.
The clouds are in the mountains, moistening things as thin as strings. The spring is beautiful during the Ming Dynasty, and peach blossoms accompany guests to sleep along the way.
The sun is bright, the distance guest comes back and sings, birds singing and perfume show off their good mood.
The breeze sends guests to the high building, and when the moon is bright, people are even more worried. The river water is not sure where it goes, and it still flows east silently.
The sound of frost is intermittent, the fish swims in the shallow water, the chrysanthemums are in the morning, and the Ming Dynasty is beautiful, don’t bear the Double Ninth Festival to welcome guests.
long and short sentences, when the sun sets at the end of the world is bright, where is the water far away, and the word geese silently sends your thoughts.
Songs and laughter all the way, green mountains and green waters accompany you to walk, it is clear that there are not many days left, and the dream of a guest in a foreign land cannot be achieved.
The water vapor has gone with the shadow of the clouds, and the sound of the pine still brings the moonlight. It is clear that the monks in this realm will open for guests.
At the Ming Dynasty, people have not returned, and the lonely guest from the world Qiang Di The mountains are far away, and a piece of homesickness is flying.
Where to find it? The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is coming to spring, the water rises for three thousand miles, and the sound of Du Yu cries four or five people.
is surrounded by my ears, the green water reflects the setting sun, the road ahead is beautiful, and I am a guest in a foreign land to dream of the old country.
The night rain knocks on the window and the moon is bright, and the dream of a villain is hard to come true. The sound of autumn is still heartbreaking.
The autumn wind sends guests off at dawn. I remember my home, and the water is far away, the mountains are long and the geese fall in the flat sand.
turns into rain and moistens silently, the mountains are green, birds are singing, and the sun is bright and the wine is fragrant here.
One color of white clouds, the orioles sing four or five times on the willow bank, and it is at dawn to send guests to Jiangcheng.
Drunk for thousands of times, brew jade, turbid water, and the purple qi turns into clouds.
Water flows east, everything is empty, I want to drink the red sunset after drinking all my longing.
Poetry is strong, purple air penetrates the long rainbow, spring breeze makes thousands of mountains green, the world is bright in the cup.
Old wine for thousands of years, half a cup of clear tea for eternal cup, the river goes east and the turbid water sways the dust.
A cup of sake thousand sorrows, more new tea brewed, turbid water, sludge and purple air fill the hillside.
Purple qi comes from the east and goes west, the turbid tears of the world are stained with the battle clothes, and the spring breeze makes another thousand cups of unwilling to return.
The dust is covered with dust, pedestrians on the road are everywhere, where can I make a restaurant? I drink a cup and my face is blushed.
The golden cup is brewed with the moon and the breeze, the jade cup is drunk, and goes east to Yangtze River million miles, and the turbid current does not change the old appearance.
The golden cup faces the moon and is elegant and charming, and a pot of turbid wine fills the fragrance of purple.
Come to the east to welcome the rising sun, the breeze goes to the north to reunite thousands of households, and a cup of fine wine to toast friends.
Why invite the bright moon, the Yangtze River flows thousands of miles, and make poetry drink all the sorrows of the past and present.
brew new tea, thousands of cups are drunk, the spring river flows eastward, and the turbid waves are hard to wash the flowers in the back garden.
. Tell me about mulberry and hemp, the poetic love is intoxicating all the homes, and the turbid water, mud and purple air are everywhere.
runs through China, the turbid waves flow forever, sweet rain nourishes the fertile soil, and a cup of fine wine relieves thousands of sorrows.
The turbid water ruthlessly destroys the weak willows, the breeze deliberately sweeps the east wall, and a pot of old wine and a cup of broken wine will be hurt forever.
A few cups of old wine and tea, and the right way is flying.
sends the slanting sun, enters the green light, and the turbid water flows across the purple air with the clouds flying.
The Yangtze River flows thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to tell when it will stop, making it a thousand cups of fine wine to relieve all worries.
Eternal sorrow flows across the river, the old wine flows eastward for thousands of years, and drinks all the glass without relieving your worries.
New brews are opened in one year, thousands of cups and thousands of cups are drunk on the Yaotai, purple air from the east Yellow River turbid waves flow.
html A glass of lovesickness wine from thousands of miles is brewed, and the spring breeze makes flowers bloom. People get drunk before drinking the turbid wine, and the river flows eastward will never return.Drizzle, peach blossoms are like laughter on the face, I can’t help but feel the pain of lovesickness, and I drink the fragrance all night to get drunk with the small bridge.
A glass of wine leaning on the railings, the spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass, no one asks about the peach blossoms falling, and who will pity the willow leaves withered.
The person who brushes his face is haggard, and he doesn’t know who he is drunk, and how sad the peach blossoms flow through water and blue hair are.
The willow leaves are green, yellow, red and bright butterflies are flying, and the spring breeze is green and the good times are intoxicated by the heart.
The pastoral intoxication is strong, the spring breeze blows on your face and welcomes guests with a smile, and the willow leaves gently shake the evening bell.
The spring breeze blows on my face, the purples are intoxicated by my heart, and the peach blossoms are unresolved and can’t relieve the loneliness and sorrow.
Peach blossoms bloom all over the garden in March, willow leaves dance gracefully on the Qingming Festival, and sing gently and graceful spring breeze laughter.
Drunk in the setting sun, competing for the long and long, just waiting for the peach blossoms and willow leaves to dance frivolously.
A night of spring breeze is green, thousands of drunken lotus flowers, and peach blossoms cannot solve their loneliness and redness.
blooms all over the mountains, the willow leaves dance gracefully, the tourists are drunk, and the spring breeze is laughing and joyful all the way.
Willow leaves reflect the clear waves softly, and the spring breeze cannot relieve the world and get drunk.
March sun is drunk in the small building, and I don’t know how to worry when I brush my face. Peach blossoms fall and wither.
The garden is full of fragrance overnight, bees fly and drunk beehive , and the faces of peach blossoms and willow leaves are dressed up together.
Find the fairy trail, in the clear water, you can see the world drunk and never cross the east of the Yumen.
The willow leaves are light and green on the branches, and the peach blossoms are blooming at the right time. The spring breeze does not relieve the fragrance of the blowing is intoxicating me.
The meaning is strong, and the green bridge is east of the small bridge. The peach blossoms cannot relieve the pain of lovesickness, and the willow leaves cannot know the loneliness and redness.
The spring breeze and trees are red, and the flowers are drunk in all shapes and shapes. The peach blossoms are hard to understand the loneliness.
Peach blossoms bloom in sequence between the shore, the willow leaves come by the light boat, Fisherman's Song A song of tourists are drunk, full of spring breeze into their dreams.
April is spring again, and I am drunk in my hometown and I am unable to dream of falling in love with you. A glass of turbid wine comforts my soul.
The wine in the glass is hard to relieve the sorrow in my heart. I don’t know that my body is a guest, and where can I find a title of marquis in the world.
In the world, the sky is hard to be beautiful, the cup is filled with wine and fragrant, don’t say that you have no friends in the drunken land, there is always a heartbreak in the world.
I don’t have a single money to go to the drunken land when I’m old. Where can I find the gods and immortals in the world? It’s hard to find the eternal secret.
Where can I find a title of marquis? It is hard to go to the drunken land with the flowing water. A pot of turbid wine relieves thousands of sorrows.
Hate has not stopped, lovesickness cannot relieve tears, there is no bright moon, this autumn is shared in heaven and earth.
It is difficult to fall into a dream, and drinking can easily hurt the mind. Where can the wanderers in the drunken village go? There is a round in heaven and earth.
The drunken land is full of romantic things, and it is hard to travel for a young man if he grows up in the world.
There is spring breeze everywhere in heaven and earth, and it is hard to buy flowers for a thousand gold.
The fragrant moon is half-curved, the lonely night cannot sleep, and the drunken wanderer is all fate in the world.
It is hard to fall asleep, a cup of turbid wine faces the sad face, where is the drunken land reunited in the sky?
The world is vast, ancient and modern times are the same, and it is hard to have a dream when you finish drinking.
There is a cave, looking for gods, it is hard to buy flowers and sleep with wine in front of you.
Invites the bright moon, the clear song cannot relieve the sorrow. I don’t know that my body is a guest in the drunken land, and where can I find a title of marquis in the world.
is a confusion, and you are not alone at night because you are drunk. Don’t say where there is a pot in your drunken village.
The drunken land is full of desolation, and the world is slim, but it is difficult to grow when the wine is deep.
When you wake up from a dream in the world, you will be in a paradise and enter the drunken land. Don’t say that you will drink the wine in this life and pour the setting sun.
A bottle of wine is hard to put your heart on Yaoqin. If you don’t understand the pain of lovesickness, you still look for it in your dreams on earth.
There are few friends in the world, and I have many old friends while drinking. I am lucky enough to reunite with my drunken land, so I will not be in vain for a walk in the world.
Where can I find the fairy trail in my hometown when I drink, I fall in love with my close friend and fall in my dream.
Another autumn is in the sound of the sound, the sky is bright and there is no one sharing the same thing, and the soul dream is filled with tears.
The old man was amazed and dreamed, and the turbid wine comforted his sorrow. The dawn was dawn and there were two lines of tears in the sound.
Moon is like a hook, when will it stop in the dream? It is dawn again, and the west wind is tight, and the fallen leaves are silently filled with autumn.
At the end of the night, people are quiet until dawn, and they still hear the sound of yelling, but I don’t know that the moonlight is still clear in my dream.
is very sound, she sits up in her clothes until dawn, the air is refreshing, the autumn scenery is beautiful, and the love of the hometown is vague in her dream.
The old friend’s dream is far away in Wushan, and the clear tears are clear in front of the cup of Chu water. Wait until dawn, the birds call the setting sun.
A night of autumn wind in my dream of home, and the sky is dawn again.
seems to be sound, and by dawn, the wind is refreshing and the love of the hometown is vague.
vaguely love the past, a song moved the heart, and the sound of the sycamore tree crying again in the dawn of the sky.
It’s not sleeping until dawn. Suddenly, I heard outside the window that I didn’t know that I was a guest, and tears came to my cheeks.
is the sound of the neighbors, and the wind and rain come at night until dawn, and the clear sound is a song that is close to the love of the hometown.
The night rain knocks on the window and dreams are not fulfilled. The morning comes and the dew is wet the curtains. It is dawn again. Spring is coming, and the tree of pear blossoms fall silently.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
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