On the March day, there is a cloud of paper, the pleasant spring breeze knocks on the door of poetry, and the green water and green mountains accompany me to sleep.
The breeze blows pleasantly through Qianchuan, the green mountains reflect the blue sky, and the spring smoke is drunk in the source of true love.
The clouds are outside the sky, the breeze is pleasant and the passing years are passing by, the bells of the ancient temple are ringing far away, and a true love is before my eyes.
If you want to boil true love with wine, you will turn the past into smoke and make life comfortable and green mountains stained with light.
The true love between heaven and earth is deep in the smoke, and the pleasant breeze and green water are lingering.
The water reaches the sky, the willow strings are blowing, and the smoke locks the flat lake, and a piece of cloud paper is sent.
The song of Li Sao and the Heaven and Earth, the river has been flowing for thousands of years, and the dragon boat races the loyal souls away from the passing waves.
The lovesickness chases away the waves, the souls of the dream travel thousands of miles to the same boat, and this song is perfect for heaven and earth.
It has a history of thousands of years, the songs of Kyushu and Five Continents are magnificent, and there are many splendid rivers and mountains with sparkling waves.
The east wind ruffles the waves of Dongting, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are filled with dreams, Qu Zi has been sinking into the Mi River for thousands of years, and the song of Li Sao moves the heaven.
Bai Xuege, so what if the history lasts for thousands of years. The scenery is beautiful for thousands of miles, but the years pass by ruthlessly.
Thousands of miles in the sky can travel freely, the blue sea and blue sky chase the waves, the Chinese have the same dream for thousands of years, and the people of Yan and Huang sing happily.
We are happy to meet each other in graceful dances. China has a strong love for thousands of years, and the thousands of miles of beautiful flowers reflect the sky.
Thousands of miles away, the bright moon illuminates my heart, and I have cultivated the song of happiness in the world for thousands of years.
The ancient temple is hidden deep in the mountains, a clear song makes the waves rise, and the white clouds send the boat back thousands of miles away.
Singing the water of the Three Gorges, my love is connected to the ten thousand year boat, and the thousands of miles of spring waves in China flow day and night.
The sparkling waves reflect the Pinghu Lake, the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are painted, and the prosperous times of thousands of years of history are full of songs and tears.
Send Feihong, the love is strong, and it has been cultivated for thousands of years, just like singing in drunken dreams.
It has been said that the country has been unified for thousands of years, and the songs of Yao and Shuntian were celebrated, and the waves of the sea spread thousands of miles to the beauty of Chanjuan.
The song of flowing water, immortal right and wrong, travels thousands of miles to find a confidant, and rides the passing waves with a smile on the rivers and lakes.