Flying spring is full of rhyme in summer, and falling leaves are good in autumn;
On the fifteenth day, the moon is cold, and 3 thousand is willing to be the stars.
Everything in the past is illusory, and heroism is at the beginning of bullfighting.
Wushan used to be an ancient pursuit. If you don't care, I'll stop here.
In the winter snow, the cold river throws straight fishing, in the spring tide, the wild boat is moored;
Falling flowers into the ground is true love, and flying leaves are sad with the wind.
Perhaps it is the fate of this life, and I still remember those bright eyes in my dream.
Interest once longed for ten continents, and who sent it to the clouds?
If you have a dream, I will rest if you are not interested.
There are bees and butterflies, herons and seagulls among the flowers.
Up to now, I still admire the cassock, traveling with bamboo sticks and shoes.
Who are you wasting and worrying about? Peach blossom in February, pomegranate in May.
Yanwu Ying Ge becomes lonely, and the phoenix pillow evokes tenderness.
Water grows because of sex. If you don't care, I'll rest.
Where are the red tears written? And heaven remains our neighbourhood, the road is long.
Falling leaves float in the cold pool water, and I will frown at the past.
Even if the laurel tree is round and short, will you stay?
Lonely pillows are easy to have butterfly dreams, and singing shoes is afraid of going to the phoenix building.
This should be a long-term relationship. If you don't mind, I'll take a break.