In the morning light, the breeze is pleasant and the sunset is hidden in the mountains. The clouds are pulling, carrying the sunset glow, the screen window is setting, the bead curtain is rolled, and the quiet dream hangs gently; The waterfall is gently pulled, the diamond mirror reflects the flowers, the water is full moon, the fragrant dew is lightly dyed between the flowers, and the piano sounds.
Liu Bi painted the bridge, the curtain was full of fragrance, the strings were melodious, the powder was bright, the eyes were rippling, the sails were gentle, and the Zen was hazy. Bihu Xiangzhou holds Chanjuan, Xiangzhou warms Yuanyang, washes away the lead, lights alone in cold nights, dreams without traces, and the past is like clouds.
The fragrant sails of the blue lake are rippling, the willow banks are smoky, the garden is beautiful in spring and the peach blossoms are fragrant. Yiren stands by the water, willows cut spring rhyme, black eyebrows congeal with resentment, slender fingers play silk strings, and the spring breeze caresses the face.
Rolling bead curtain, quiet dream, leaning against the railing of the pavilion, clouds gathering, lonely lamp cold window, beautiful scenery of Yichun, full moon entering the window, drunken words carrying dreams. When the candle is lit, the Iraqi people play the strings and sing songs, and the red incense is full of dew. Today, Lao Yan is flying around, dancing in her glory, holding an umbrella and strolling waiting for your return.
Bloom's flowers fall like a dream, the dream is quiet and the soul is easy to disperse, the full moon is short, the curtains are fragrant, the tears are played, the song is melodious, the song is full of dreams, and the column depends on the dream.
Dreams are traceless, curtains are full of fragrance, Leng Yue is full of windows and whispers are light. Dreams escape from blue boats, meet like dreams, and dreams are hazy. Finger-playing the strings, a song for you, full of lovesickness, fragrant paths and melodious songs of Iraqis. The curtain is full of fragrance, Leng Yue is full of windows, whispering softly, dreaming of escaping from the green boat, meeting like a dream, and dreaming hazy.
Ink fragrance, light hair pulling, mist lingering, sunset dyeing, flower dew dyeing. The breeze and bright moon are drunk, the strings are playing out of the water, the moon shadow is fragrant, and the soul and dream are far away. Let's go to Lanzhou hand in hand.
Blue sky, flute playing, poetry, harp and harmony. The window is quiet, the moonlight is quiet, and the rolling curtains are fragrant; A pen is fragrant, the ink is waving on the desk, the road is not dyed deep, and a thousand meanings are fragrant; Thousands of waters are heavy in Qian Shan, and butterflies fly with their sleeves stretched out. The curtain is full of meditation and incense, and the dream is light to cross the water cloud sword.
A pen is fragrant, and a word is given on the desk. Don't enjoy it, do your best. Butterfly dances with sleeves relaxed, a curtain of dreams hanging, and light ink overflowing.
Dancing in my dreams several times, where did I wake up today? I look tired, tears for you, a sad song, beautiful dance.
Fanghua Qingcheng swallow, lovesickness, tears, bodhi, meditation, gentle singing, reminiscing about thousands of pounds, asking for wine from heaven, accompanied by the bright moon and breeze, reading at night, and wandering in the ocean of poetry. Accompanied by the breeze, the rolling bead curtain is fragrant and the dream is traceless.
Gathering and parting, flowing water gurgling, bloom several times, spring going to China, Qiu Lai, rolling beads curtain, chanting Chinese New Year. The wind and rain are coming, the winding path is deep, the misty rain locks the heavy building, the ancient road leads to the distant mountain, the flowers and plants in front of the court are still green, and the bead curtain is fragrant and warm. Yingying smiles, flowing, the moon is hidden at night, and it is like a cloud and a breeze.
The harp and the harp know each other, the wind rolls the bead curtain, the ink is dyed with ink, and the flowers fly lightly in the dream. It is suspected that the fairy crossed the Yaotai. The night is getting cold, the water clouds dream, the pillow is fragrant, and the piano rhyme is elegant. The bead curtain is lightly rolled, the dream is lightly drooping, and a dream is secluded, and the ink is overflowing. In the dark, the sky is blue, I dream alone, Xiao Xuan window, Iraqis turn red makeup in front of the mirror, looking forward to who, worrying about who, I take off my shirt lightly, I dream alone, the beads are rolled up, and the elegant sleeves are full of faint fragrance sleeves, dreaming with a smile.
The beaded curtain is filled with fragrance, the residual lamp is burnt out, the fragrant curtain is rolled, and the moon is bright and calm. In the clouds, I dream of stepping on a blue boat, watching the flowing water with you, the candle shadows the piano and escaping from the tall building, the Iraqi dream starts to rhyme, the flowers are pinched and the clothes are danced, the skirt is dyed with fragrance, the string is curved, the powder is fragrant, and a cup of green tea rhymes. The world of mortals, soft willows supporting the wind, are as quiet as water, leaning against the window and dipping in ink, laughing and writing poems, ink and ink are euphemistic, and the breeze and bright moon are drunk.
A cloud dreamed of water, rolled with a bead curtain, elegant and fragrant, and the meaning between the lines was flowing, and Iraqis dreamed of water. The bead curtain is rolling, and a roll of fragrant poems is fragrant in the dream, such as bamboo dripping dew, like hazy moonlight, and the book is elegant and flying. The moon hangs the curtain of dreams, like Bai Lianhua in bud, dancing in the dust, and dancing like a graceful woman. There is a faint scent of sleeves, which is the fragrance of words. At this time, the bead curtain is lightly rolled, and the light curtain is fragrant. ......