A leaf boat, spring and autumn, I do not know when it will end.
What do you want? This is O, this is a simple life. If you don't mind, I'll take a break.
I don't know Jing, so I asked you why you are so affectionate. After dinner, I thought of you and went to Wugeng.
Mo Tao without tea is not a flower, but a flower sent to the end of the world. If the spring breeze makes me recognize her.
Where are you going at the end of the world? A cup of fragrant tea is waiting for a bosom friend. I miss you.
Ask mother sang, I only look at flowers, and the fragrant tea disappears forever, but I can give it back to her in my dream.
I don't understand why I'm worried. I ask you why it is painful to stay here for a long time. Bad food is like this. If you don't care, I'll take it.
I'm interested in making tea with you, but I asked you politely whether to stay.
When is the spring on earth? I am a poor family, and I know you are in the end of the world.
Last night, I went to Nujia, and no one missed her, drinking fragrant tea and enjoying peony flowers.
Half a pot of tea, * * * drinking words and singing horses, the world of mortals, how many things, the breeze and the bright moon is a slave.
What is your journey to the end of the world? I am the world of mortals.
Arouse lovesickness, not that I am too stupid, fragrant tea will disappear forever, and you will be there when the moon is full.
I am a beautiful girl, and I am crazy if I don't ask the world of mortals.
A lamp of fragrant tea * * * drinks Sang Ma, and I am Nezha when I have nothing to do.
There are plenty of herbs in the sea, a cup of tea, and I only blame flowers in the world of mortals.
Where is my hometown? I have a constant bowel movement, and I spend time eating simple meals and simple meals.
A woman has just grown up and wants to ask her heart. She is drunk, and I don't know which mountain you are on.
What's wrong with a simple meal? You are the first person in the world, and the heart of the world of mortals in Mo Wen is naturally cool.
You are a flower in Yaochi, and the breeze accompanies me to taste fragrant tea. I didn't understand the meaning, but I asked when I would arrive in Shea.
Idle people dream, Wan Li is solemn and stirring, and the weather is fine and ups and downs.
Floating life is a rare freedom, rain or shine is always in spring, and flowers are falling and fragrant, sending a curtain of dreams to idle people.
The clouds are light and the rain is clear, and I am like duckweed. I sit alone in the middle of the night when I miss you.
The idle people in the empty river are full of tears, and they are in a foreign land, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy.
Waiting for idle people, lovesickness is ruthless, and who is haggard.
The world of mortals is rarely quiet, and the sunny days are naturally peaceful. Mo Yan has idle people to make a joke.
The wind is sunny, and the body is like a duckweed chasing waves, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Empty questions, self-poetry, this body is sunny and rainy.
Idle people have nothing to do with tall buildings, and mountains and rivers worry about themselves. After the rain, it is at the forefront.
I don't know the cold, it's already prosperous, the mountains are far and near, and idle people are walking in the clouds.
The spring is bright, the sun is warm, the clouds are coming and going, and there is nothing to go to the high platform.
The empty courtyard is lonely at night, and idle people lean on the bar. I don't know if I'm looking forward to sunny days in my dreams.
Why do you ask about antecedents? It's true. It has nothing to do with rain or shine.
Sad, the night is still early, drinking the bright moon alone without tears.
A green river meets the sky, I am fascinated by clouds, and I walk around the west of the bridge in the mountains.
At the beginning of the rain, idle people walk lightly, their bodies are like duckweeds and go with the water, and their hearts are like flying flocs.
The old and the poor don't laugh, but there are poems in their hearts, and the warm wind and drizzle moisten the body in sunny days.
Being at the ends of the earth, the sun shines on Wan Li, leaving a wisp of acacia in the air, and only treating idle people as a joke.
If you have a clear heart, you will be very comfortable. If you have nothing to do, you will be empty and return with idle people.
According to the cloud, the wild old idlers are in high spirits, and duckweeds drift with the tide, like clear snow and cool breeze.
Idle people's three meals are wild vegetables, and ordinary people think that they are empty. The most beautiful thing is the sunny weather, which is different from the world.
Lu will leave his body in the office, the weather will leave a mark on his dream, and lonely idlers in the empty court will stand by the door alone.
These are impermanent autumn days, with Ling Yunzhi in a proud institution. Who can solve the worries of idle people forever?
On the balcony, it is said that idle people come alone in the middle of the night and stay in a foreign land for a long time. I don't know when it will clear up.
Nothing comes, loneliness lingers, the spring breeze clears up, and my body is like a floating cloud.
The discerning lights dimly find the way home, vaguely identify the traces of the old days, and the next spring will be worthy of the dusk of the month.
The moon mark shines on the passenger ship, and the wind shadow vaguely remembers the fleeting time.
The night sky is clear and bright, the ancient city shines in the clear light, and the wind shadows sway thousands of miles to send homesickness.
The wind shadows fall, Mei Xiangxue is still in the courtyard, and the branches on the moon are a few clear nights away.
Report the sound of spring, walk in a dream, put out the candle and go home according to the moon.
The full moon lights up and the wind shadows dance early at night.
Bright as a mirror, hazy and light as smoke, the wind shadow vaguely suspected to be a dream, and the snow in front of pear flower falls window.
The wind shadows are half-window clouds, plum blossoms are snowing alone, the moon is falling and crying, and the sun is shining and spring is blooming.
Who asked the snow mud claws? Plum blossoms only feel sorry for themselves, and they will live up to Chanjuan next spring.
A full moon shines on Jiangcheng, the sky in Wan Li is particularly bright, the wind shadows are swaying, and the snow in Chu Qing is elegant.
Jiangcheng, Wan Li is full of days, people are drunk, and the snow is quiet and elegant to Mei.
A curtain of wind and shadow falls at dusk, plum blossoms in the snow are lonely in spring, the bright moon shines empty and people don't sleep, and tomorrow will be sunny and new.
The cold winter has vaguely marked the old days, and who will be illuminated by the full moon next spring?
It's always on in the middle of the night and the candle is still burning. Vague doubt is a dream, and it takes a lot of time to ponder.
Shu Dao is not in the sky, and in the middle of the month, the wind shadow is vaguely empty.
The water is very cold, like snow in Ruyan Liu. A crescent moon hangs on the horizon, and several lights shine on the passenger ship.
Snow, mud and claws are not connected, vaguely like a dream, and a little spirit covers the moon.
Under the Heavenly Palace, the mountains and rivers in Wan Li are particularly bright, people are drunk, and Chu Qingmei is fragrant and snowy.
A tree in front of the window is as bright as jade, and it is as cold as frost in the middle of the night. The wind shadow doesn't know how fragrant it is in the snow.
A curtain of wind shadow clouds open autumn in Wan Li, the moon sets, and the dark water keeps flowing.
Another kind of Qingming, accompanying you, knows that you miss the bright moon.
The lonely moon shines on the cold water, the lights are still awake, and the wind shadow floats across the bridge.
I can't sleep in the humble room, and I can vaguely hear dogs barking in the cold window of the moon, and the snow is affectionate.
The weather is sunny, the ice and snow melt and everything recovers. On the moon, the willow shoots in the East China Sea dawn.
Five mountains in the chest are piled with snow, and thousands of wind shadows and jade dragons are painted. Spring will bloom in the coming year and Kyushu will be full tonight.
Crows on the other side, half-hooked crescent moon hanging in the west, picturesque mountains, fishing alone in the breeze drunk Liu Di.
Qingxi catches the east of Xiaoqiao alone, the water reflects the sunset with a touch of red, the willow droops and the hook disappears, and the fisherman sings late into the clouds.
The mountain is long for several years, but when you are alone, you can catch a river and sleep with the past.
A crescent fisherman sings a boat at night, and he swims alone in the distant shadow of the cold river.
The fisherman sings late, and the half-hook moves the fish to jump, and he is drunk alone.
I was fascinated by the vastness, fishing for the sunset alone and singing on the shore with a crescent moon.
The west building hangs a broken moon, several fishing boats sing at night, and the distant shadow of the cold river fishes alone.
Floating in the waves, colorful clouds, water and sky are eternal and beautiful.
It's a western paradise to fish the Hanjiang River alone, and the clouds are low, and the golden hook is thrown to the fishing song accompanied by birds singing.
When the waves are stormy, I fish the river alone, throw a gold hook into the sky, and sing fishing songs until the fifth watch at night.
It is also affectionate to hook the moon and scatter the stars, sing in the waves at night and fish alone at leisure.
Fishing songs are sung in the smoke, and the sunset is caught alone in the boathouse in the blue waves.
An old man in Hanjiang, the mountains are hazy, the golden hook is thrown into the fishing song and he falls asleep.
A river in Qiu Lai, let it go or stay, no intention of hooking up and singing late.
A crescent moon hangs in the sky, fishermen on both sides of the strait sing the night breeze, and Hanjiang catches the Far East alone.
Ear, moonlight curtain hook, water and sky meet north and south, Wan Li catches the river heart alone in autumn.
Catch an autumn river alone, and the water keeps flowing from the east. When can I throw a hook and sing with Sha Ou at night?
A glass of turbid wine flowed eastward, and I fished Hanjiang alone for several autumn days. The bright moon hangs in the sky like a hook, and fishermen sing and swim in canoes at night.
At that time, the ink man was invited, and today, the fishing song catches thousands of autumn snow alone, and a piece of ice pays for running water.
Send the setting sun, hook the bright moon, shine on the river, people are lighting up, boats are fishing alone at night, and the wind is cool.