A piece of surging water and a piece of moonlight. The fragrance by the lake lingers, and the jade girl tries on the dress.
the fragrance floats around the winding shore, and the round shadow covers the huachi.
I'm always afraid that the autumn wind will be early, and I don't know if it falls.
playing autumn water in the river, I love this red and fresh.
if you climb the lotus and get its pearls, the ripples will not be round.
in the beautiful colorful clouds, I want to give you a gift.
lovesickness has no cause, and I look forward to the cool breeze.
the lotus cover turns new green, and the durian towel turns old red. Water pavilion and smoke pavilion are cool in the evening. Another crescent moon and a quiet square.
the lotus root is as clear as snow, and the gauze in the cupboard is as thin as empty. Who is Hao Wei with tonight? Call the Jade Man to * * *, a curtain of wind.
after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.
bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.
and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.
in the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different color.
The withered lotus leaves are full of reeds in Tingzhou, and the residual green leaves and fragrance are shallow. It is a jade flying to Yupu late, and the snow ball breaks the blue sky and autumn.
dust and waves, a few things, go to Dan Piao and hang a stick of Chenopodium.
I'm fesr in the Wuji furnace.
The book sword floats before the mat is warm, and the fire clouds fall to the ground and the smoke is faint.
the mountains are yellow and the water is turbid in Hunan Road, and the bamboo moon and the wind recall Fan Village.
In May, there were no flowers in the lotus pond, but the carpeting was uneven.
whoever arouses Ling Bo's step should see the morning makeup and dawn glow.
the mountains and streams are everywhere, adding a Diaoyutai to the world. I don't take pictures of sheep and fur, but I will cut my own clothes in May.
the wind and waves on the lake are boundless. Autumn is dusk, red is rare and fragrant is few. The water, the mountains and the mountains are close to people, which is inexhaustible and infinitely good.
lotus seeds have grown old. Green dew washing, apple flower and grass. Sleeping in Sha Ou heron doesn't look back, it seems to hate, and people return early.
Feng Sheng once heard from Gexi that Xianyuan Road had been separated today. Chenopodium sticks move to the bottom of flowers and the moon, and the clothes still carry clouds in the hole.
I've come here to examine the secret customs, and I have a charm to give you. Laughing at the fate of the dust has not been achieved, but teaching apes and cranes to complain about leaving the group.
the green leaves are thick and overcast, and they are all over the pond pavilion and water pavilion, but they are much cooler. The sea durian blooms, and the clusters are red. Ruyan chicks talk, and there are high willows singing cicadas. After the shower, it was like a rainbow of pearls scattered all over the new lotus.
There are a few hundred years in life, so don't live in vain if you think of its moments of beauty. If you are poor, you can decide before, so why bother? Life friends invite guests to enjoy, drink lightly and sing low to Fang Zun. And drunk, let him two rounds of the sun and the moon, coming and going like a shuttle.
in the afternoon, the bottom of the boat is full of smoke and water in the West Lake. The sound of the heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first.
it's the pool that jumps into the rain, but the real pearls will gather after being scattered. Gather as a nest of mercury, purging clear waves.
lotus breeze, light curtain, embroidered clothes? Swimming back to the pond, the small screen hides the old Xiaoxiang.
I hate to be alone in the empty curtain, and my tears condense on my face, and I regret it when I am young.
wearing tattered lotus clothes, laughing that the west wind blew me and landed in the West Lake. Who are the old drinkers in the lake now? The mountains and mountains reflect the belt, which seems to be brought and the picture is heavy. Three miles, hibiscus step obstacles, still red and green.
there is no room left at a glance, leaving the house floating in the sky and the body empty. Burning the sunset over the geese, a little sparse. The old friend is the boss, and he is good-minded, and there is nothing to reduce. Slow win, autumn wind ears, riding a donkey under the cold spring pavilion.
once a lotus slug grows in a pond, the wind in front of the sill sends fragrance. I was here with Xiao Niang in the past. Stand close to each other, leading to a heart-to-heart conversation.
when you smile, it's like fighting for fragrance. Don't be idle. Careless peek at the past, golden lock Xiaolan room.
when the rain stops, the lotus leaves are fragrant, and the cicadas on the shore are weeping willows.
there is an old pond in an empty space, and if you don't meet fairies, where can you dream of being a king?
Jane's pillow is cold to her, and the dust is dark and desolate.
it's too long to hate with danger.
lotus flower beads are still like sweat and makeup.