This is the song. Where are you going in the end of the world? A cup of fragrant tea waiting for a close friend. The slave family loves each other so much.
Spending the spring and autumn in a boat, the slave family doesn’t understand why. The time has come to an end.
What do you ask for? I am just a gull. I just live with my life. If you don’t care, I will give up.
The slave family doesn’t know Jing, so I ask you why you are too affectionate. I miss you after tea and dinner until the fifth watch.
No wonder tea is not a flower, a piece of it is sent to the end of the world. If the spring breeze asks the slave family to recognize it, it is her.
Wherever you are in the world, I have a cup of fragrant tea waiting for my close friend. I miss you so much.
Ask Sang Ma, I don’t see the slave’s house, I only see the flowers, the fragrant tea will last forever, I miss you in my dream, but I can return it to her.
Mo Dao Nu's family can't help but ask you why you are so miserable. I just live by the circumstances. If you don't care, I will leave.
If you want to make tea with me, I would like to ask you if you want to stay.
When is spring in the world? My family has three meals a day, but I know you are at the end of the world.
When I arrived at the slave's house last night, no one missed her, enjoying the peonies with a cup of fragrant tea.
With half a pot of tea, I drink mulberry and hemp. Don’t ask about the world of mortals. The breeze and the bright moon are my slave’s home.
You are on your way to the end of the world, spending the rest of your life with a simple meal. The slave family has an uneven road in the world of mortals.
What causes lovesickness is not that the servant is too crazy. The fragrant tea will last forever, and I will talk to you when the moon is full.
I am a beautiful girl. I don’t care about the heat and coldness of the world. I will go crazy if I don’t care about simple food and simple food.
Drinking a cup of fragrant tea and talking about mulberry and hemp, Nezha is the slave who has nothing to do.
At the end of the world, with a cup of tea, the slave family is originally a world of mortals only complaining about flowers.
Where is my hometown, where my slave family has endless meals and spends time with light food and tea.
There is a girl who has just grown up and wants to ask for your love. She is already drunk and does not know where you are in the mountain.
It’s okay to have light meals. You are the best man in the world. Don’t ask about the world of mortals. Your heart will naturally feel cold.
There is a flower in Junben Yaochi, and the breeze accompanies me to taste the fragrant tea. I don’t know what it means, but I ask when I will arrive at Xie Ya.
Idle people dream, thousands of miles of sky are empty, the hearts of soldiers are tragic, the weather is fine, and the weather is fine, and the wind and rain are ups and downs.
It is rare to be free in floating life. Rain or shine is always spring. Flowers fall on the empty steps and fill the path with fragrance. A curtain of dreams is sent to idlers.
The clouds are light and the rain is beginning to clear, and the body is like duckweed chasing the water. I sit alone until the third watch with no time for lovesickness.
In the wind and rain on the empty river, I have tears in my eyes. When I am in a foreign land, will it be sunny or cloudy?
Don’t wait for idlers, love-sickness in vain is heartless, but who is spring when you are haggard?
It is rare to be quiet in the world of mortals, and it will naturally be peaceful on a sunny day. Don’t talk about people making jokes in the spare time.
The sun is clear and bright, the sun is high, the body is like duckweed chasing the waves, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, and I am walking happily.
Kong asked, reciting poems to himself, this body is suitable for sunny, cloudy, rainy and snowy weather.
Idle people go up to high-rise buildings without anything to do, and the country is empty and they worry about themselves. After the rain, the sky is already at the forefront.
I don’t know how cold it is. It’s late when I climb up. The mountains are empty and the distance is blurry. Idle people stroll up to the clouds.
The sunny and warm spring days come and go, and the floating clouds come and go, and I go up to the high platform with nothing to do.
The empty courtyard is lonely at night, and people are leaning against the railings alone. In their dreams, they are still hoping for a sunny day.
Why bother asking about the cause and effect? ??Just be clear and true. Rain or shine has nothing to do with illusion and body.
My heart is desolate, the night is still young, I drink alone under the moon and shed tears for nothing.
The river is clear and green, and the sky is green. I am looking at the clouds in the clouds, and the mountains are empty and empty, and I am walking to the west of the small bridge.
At the beginning of the rain, idle people walk lightly, their bodies are like duckweeds drifting with the water, and their hearts are like flying catkins, letting the wind clear.
Don’t laugh at old age and poverty, but a heart full of poetry is not stained by dust, and the warm wind and drizzle moisten the flower body on a sunny day.
I am at the end of the world, my heart is far away, the clear light shines on me without sleep, leaving a trace of lovesickness in the sky, only making idle people laugh.
If you have a clear mind and feel at ease, you will be able to fulfill the King's wish if you have nothing to do, and you will always go back and forth with idle people.
Looking at the sky, the idle people in the wild are in high spirits. The duckweeds drift with the water, and their hearts are like clear snow drifting in the wind.
Idle people have three meals full of wild vegetables, and ordinary people have only one thought. Most importantly, the weather is sunny and good, and this body is different from the world.
Lu Yuansi places his body in a place where the sky is clear enough to leave traces of his dreams. The empty courtyard is lonely and people are leaning against the door alone.
Impermanent autumn comes, I am proud but have high ambitions, who can relieve the eternal sorrow of idle people.
On Zhaolou Terrace, a leisurely person comes alone in the middle of the night. I have been a guest in a foreign land for a long time, and I don’t know when the weather will clear up.
When nothing happens, loneliness lingers on its own. When the spring breeze blows, it will be fine, and the body will come back like a floating cloud.
Looking for the way back in the misty light of snow, vaguely recognizing the traces of the past, I will live up to the moon and dusk when spring comes next year.
The moon marks are dimly illuminating the passenger ship, and the shadow of the wind is dimly reflected in the passage of time.
The clear night sky shines brightly on the ancient city, and the wind and shadows whirling thousands of miles away convey nostalgia.
Flowers are falling in the shadow of the wind, the fragrance of plum blossoms in the courtyard is still lingering, and the branches above the moon are still far away at night.
The sound of spring heralds, I travel in my dream, and the bright moon shines on my return journey as candles turn on and off.
The moon is full, the lights are bright, the wind and shadows are whirling and the night is peaceful.
Bright as a mirror, hazy and light as smoke, the wind shadow is vaguely a dream, pear blossoms and snow fall in front of the window.
The wind shadows half the window, the plum blossoms bloom alone in the snow, the moon sets and the crows crow, it is spring again.
Who can ask about the claws of snow and mud? Plum blossoms only pity themselves, and the spring of next year will let down Yue Chanjuan.
A bright moon shines on Jiangcheng, the sky is extremely bright, the shadows of the wind are whirling and elegant, and the snow is beginning to clear.
Looking at Jiangcheng, the moon is shining in the sky, making people want to be drunk. The fragrance of plums is elegant and the snow is beginning to clear.
A curtain of wind shadow falls at dusk, plum blossoms in the snow are lonely in spring, the moon shines in the sky and people in the garden are sleepless, and the sun shines brightly again in the morning.
The cold winter is gone and the traces of the old sun are still visible. Who will be illuminated by the full moon and flowers of next spring?
The third moon has been illuminated, and the bright candle is still burning, vaguely suspecting that it is a dream, and the claws of the snow and mud are pondering.
The road to Shu is not in the sky, the Qin Tower is in the middle of the moon, and the shadow of the wind is faint and the claws have become empty.
The water is cold, like snow and willows, like smoke. A crescent moon hangs on the horizon, and a few lights illuminate the passenger ship.
The claws of snow and mud are not connected, vaguely like in a dream, with a bit of spiritual mist covering the hazy moon.
Going down to the Heavenly Palace, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are exceptionally bright, whirling in the air, people are intoxicated, plum blossoms are fragrant and the snow is beginning to clear.
The tree in front of the window is as bright as jade, the moon is as cold as frost in the third watch of the night, and the shadow of the wind does not know how fragrant the snow is.
A curtain of wind and clouds bloom for thousands of miles in autumn, the moon falls and the crows sing and the willows sing and the dark water flows.
There is a different kind of purity. I accompany you on your journey. I know that I will miss you when I leave.
The lonely moon shines on the cold water, the lamp is bright and people are not sleeping, and the shadow of the wind drifts past the small bridge.
It is difficult for people to sleep in a humble house. The moon shines through the cold window and one can vaguely hear the barking of dogs and the affectionate paw prints of red paws in the snow and mud.
The wind shadows the sky and the earth are clear, the snow melts and the ice eliminates all living things, the willow tops on the moon and the dawn of the East China Sea are bright.
The five mountains in my heart are piled with snow, and I write about thousands of winds and jade dragons. Next year, the spring flowers will bloom brilliantly. Tonight, the moon will be full across all nine states.
Crying across the bank, the half-hooked crescent moon hangs in the west, the mountains are picturesque, and fishing alone on the willow bank is drunk by the breeze.
I am fishing alone in the clear stream to the east of the small bridge. The water reflects the setting sun with a touch of red, no one can see the hook hanging from the willow, and the fisherman sings into the clouds at night.
As the mountains grow for several autumns, I fish alone in a boat on a river full of sorrow, sinking past memories and fishing songs into sleepwalking.
A hook is used to sing the songs of fishermen in the evening boat, fishing alone in the cold river and swimming leisurely in the distant shadows of the cold river.
The fishermen are singing and the evening is clear. The moon is half hooked and the water is moving and the fish are jumping. Fishing alone on the clear waves makes me drunk.
In the vast sky, I am fishing alone in the west at sunset, with a hook and a crescent moon singing fishing songs on the shore.
The waning moon on a hook hangs on the west tower, several fishermen sing in the evening boat, and they fish alone in the distant shadow of the cold river and swim leisurely in the water.
The waves are floating in the sky, the clouds are colorful, the water and the sky are beautiful and beautiful.
Fishing alone in the Hanjiang River, the sun has turned west, the dusk clouds are low, and the golden hook is thrown to the fishing song accompanied by the cries of birds.
The waves are rough, fishing alone in a clear river, throwing golden hooks into the sky, singing late fishing songs until the fifth watch.
The hooked moon and sparse stars sing in the evening while walking in the waves. It is also sentimental to fish alone in leisure time.
Fishing songs are sung softly in the mist. In the blue waves, people fishing alone on the water are fishing for the red sunset.
An old man in Hanjiang River, the mountains are hazy, and he throws a golden hook to the fishing song and falls into his dream.
A river of autumn, let it go or stay, I have no intention of hooking up and singing late, but I don’t know how to worry.
A crescent moon hangs in the sky, fishermen on both sides of the bank sing in the evening breeze, fishing alone in the cold river to the east of the water.
I hear the moonlight hanging on the curtain hook, the water and the sky are connected to the north and the south, fishing alone in the middle of the river for thousands of miles of autumn.
I fish alone in the river in autumn, the water flows from the east and refuses to stop. How can I throw a hook and sing to accompany the sand gulls at night?
A cup of turbid wine flows eastward, I fish alone in the cold river for several autumns, the bright moon hangs like a hook in the sky, and the fishermen sing in the evening while rowing a boat.
In those days, we invited poets and poets to sing. Today, we are fishing alone in the snow for thousands of years, with a heart of ice in the water.
The setting sun shines on the river, and the half-moon moon shines on the river. There are people's lights, and the night breeze is cool when I go fishing alone in a small boat.