In the past, the clouds were beautiful and the purple swallows were lingering on the water. Yifang was mourning in the snow, and the swallows were laughing and talking. The breeze was supporting the willows, and the evening face was as snowy and smiling as if it were supporting the wind.
With the orchids and autumn thoughts, the plain eyebrows were raised, and the wind and the moon danced in the rainy night. God's sorrow is like water, the years have passed, the mist and rain have passed, and the whole life is like red sleeves
Who can compare with the flying spring and the jade in the sea? *** The ancient road, the west wind flows through the Jing, silently looking at the past, like smoke and still water, the deep phoenix dominates the world
Next door red lotus, long joy Weiyang, nine phoenixes come to the court, peaches and plums all over the world, teachers all over the world, virtues, high esteem, words, heart, words, pearls and pearls
Be as open-minded as a valley, sunny spring, white snow, full of economics, high wind, bright and clean, not tired of obscurity, untiring, spring breeze, rain, teaching without distinction
Easy to the people, ancient roads, hot-hearted, high mountains, high-spirited peaches and plums, without words, passing on the fire and moistening things, silent beauty, drumming the morning bell at dusk and dusk
The home of the bell and tripod, Zhang Guan, Li Dai, sword ready, Midsummer, light years, touching the years, Chinese songs, all pouring into the king's warehouse, Xicuo, Yiren's sunset bank
Looking at the world's rivers and mountains, riding horses, and jumping into the nine-layered palace, why should the common people deserve the wind and clouds scattered? Songs and songs, armies and horses, conquering the dust, mountains and rivers, eternal silence, no questions for the common people
The king is in the world, the stars are falling in the nine days, the sword is drinking from the yellow spring, the moon is dancing, the cloud sleeves are close at hand, the love is deep, the moonlight is like ink, the city is drunk, the fairy is like a sword, the rain is enchanting, the sunset is beautiful, the way home is beautiful. Don’t let the bright water of your years bear the fragrance that permeates your bones