The peach blossoms are the first, the butterfly double flying in the spring, the cuckoo crying and calling the king back

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When the nest was built, the peach blossom opened the first time, the butterfly double -flying spring, the cuckoo cried blood to call the king back.

One tree peach blossom is red, swallows cut the spring breeze, and the cuckoo crying for blood is empty.

Dream of butterflies, the cuckoo still cried blood and tears, and returned to spring, and peach blossoms still laughed.

The spring breeze calls the cuckoo, the butterfly dance of the garden is full, and the mud swallow peach blossoms each other.

The titles of mud swallow peach blossoms are second, and the butterflies are gentle and gentle.

Peach blossoms, busy nests, rhododendrons do not understand butterfly dance.

The butterflies could not fly, the cuckoo was crying, and the swallow returned to the water flow.

In the sound of smoke, the butterfly dream returned to spring again, and peach blossoms still smiled.

In the dual -flying spring and autumn, the peach blossoms fell into the east, Zhuang Shengxiao Meng cried and resented Du Yu.

In March, peach blossoms were divided into outside, double flying swallows cut the spring breeze, and the rhododendrons did not understand the sense of distraction.

Dance at dusk, gently rotating the cuckoo crying, returning to spring, peach blossoms still laughed at the grandson.

The cuckoo was full of red mountains, butterflies danced in the sky, and the swallows returned to spring again.

Return to Liu Sexin, the peach blossoms are full of spring, Zhuang Shengxiao Meng crying traces of rhododendrons.

Peach blossoms still fly back, the most rhododendron butterfly dance.

There is no butterfly dream. Why do you have to return to spring just right? Peach blossoms still laugh.

The cuckoo couldn't help crying, the butterfly dream was difficult, and the peach blossoms in spring came to the court.

Swallow dances in spring, the peach blossoms are full of peach blossoms in March, and the butterfly double flys independently.

Apricot red opened, and went to return, the most rhododendron butterfly dance.

In the breeze of the butterfly, in the drizzle, the swallow returned and still smiled.

Red like fire, butterfly danced, and the swallow returned to the nest.

There was a long shot in the wind and the wind, and the spring outside the window was not thinking.

A curtain of autumn rain wet clothes, long sky geese flying, the sunset is not required to return.

Seeing Chaohui Wanli, I was inferior to Cuiwei, and the swallows were flying under the drizzle and apricot flowers.

Zhengfang Fei, Ying Cuicou, a curtain of dream butterflies flying all over the sky.

Dongfeng is weak and flowers, and the curtains west of the west windows are slightly green, and the eyes are full of green.

When the flowers fall, the disabled is not known. Mo Dao Zhaohui is infinitely good.

In the season, Mu Zhaohui, the spring of the spring is not returned, and the swallows are low to smoke rain and apricot flowers.

The spring color of the garden is intoxicating, and it is red to the sun, the curtain rolls the breeze of the breeze, and the birds of Xiangfei are empty.

For another year, the west wind rolled up the twilight of each other, and the spring was lonely.

Through the embroidery curtain, the bee flying butterfly dances around the flower, the first shine is far away, and the spring is full of the garden.

The green mountains and green waters are in the soul, and the spring is boundless into Cuiwei.

There is no spring in the river, but there is a clear look at the eyes of the township.

The catkins flying a year, and the curtains were unsolved from the sense of distraction, and it was still spring.

The swallow returns, the peach blossoms fall out of the Liu Mianfei.

It ’s not to be sad, and the peach blossoms from the curtains, and the peach blossoms fell again, and the branches swallowed to fly.

A round of red flying thousands of miles, the green mountains entered the curtain, and wins the south of the river towards the spring.

The curtain rolls of the west wind fell for another year.

In the eyes of the eyes, Wanli reflected the tower, and a curtain of dreams drove to the waves.

The sound of frost was getting far away, the curtain opened at the beginning of the sun, and the puzzle was still spring.

Everything is urged, the green is piled up, and the peach blossoms do not resolve the swallow.

Chief of Spring, laughing Liu Lang, Yangliu Dongfeng in front of the door is his hometown.

The sunset, the swallow was busy, the willow branches were green in spring, and they were married to Dongfeng as the bridesmaid.

Vaguely spit and tender buds, the east wind warmed to the farmhouse, and the mud swallow peach blossom reflected in Caixia.

Last night, Dongfeng entered the dream soul, and the willow was in spring again. Peach blossom was still lonely.

One night, the east wind urged the buds, the garden willow spit out the new work, and the peach blossoms return to find the old home.

Early in spring, Dongfeng did not know where to return, the new nest was built, and the peach blossoms waited for the monarch to return.

Last night, Dongfeng entered Dream Township, the willow spit goose yellow in front of the door, peach blossoms puzzled spring, and swallows were still suspected of longing in summer.

Swallow peach blossoms in Chunlai, and Yang Liu still did not see Lang Gui.

When the peach blossoms were boring, the murmured swallow Yang Liu shook new green, and it was suspected that Dongfeng entered the dream late.

It is diluted and long, and the new makeup is changed overnight.

Acacia is old, how lonely, the peach blossoms are still there, and the swallow is busy.

The return of the swallow was in the drizzle, and the small bridge was empty, and the faint willow willow wind was red.

Yu Yanwei, the return of the swallow was not returned, and the spring was still good.

Swallows flew back again. The peach blossoms opened again in March, and the willow blew into the window sill.

In the spring, the willow willow is east and beautiful, and the swallows are still smiling.

Drunk wind, green reflect red, human face peach swallow dances clear sky.

A song Xiang Tianya, Moth's eyebrows facing the sunset, Mo Daochun returned to his dream in his dream.

Guide to Yun's account, Shuangzhang flew to Duori since ancient times, so he did not blame the pipa.

There was another round of autumn, the people in the green yarn account, and the moth eyebrows swept the pipa half -cover.

A smiley moth eyebrows are mournful, the pipa strings are on the Phoenix platform, the hibiscus accounts warm pillow, the bright moon spring wind comes.

Tears full of clothes, the moth's eyebrows sweeping faintly, where the swallow returned, and the Jin account was not known.

The brocade tent of the one tree plum, Chunlai is everywhere, the moth eyebrow sweeps the rouge color, and still holds the pipa to return to the moon.

When the flowers were falling again, the brocade was unknown, and the scanning moth eyebrows appealed acacia.

Moth's eyebrows sweeping the pipa farewell, the brocade account, Du Yu bitter acacia.

On the string, Yu Linglong, sweeping the moth eyebrows in the spring, no place to find a place, in the dream soul in the hibiscus account.

In the account, the beautiful mother, Bai Huixiang on earth, sweeping the moth eyebrows and asking for a phoenix. In the twentieth spring south of the river, the people in the hibiscus tent, and the moth eyebrows swept the pipa half -cover the door.

With a smile, with tears, the brocade and the flowers are good for the moon.

A song of pipa was full of tears, and it was scanned for whom, and the swallows in Chunlai left the dream in the dream.

Dreaming each other, a few times in the autumn, sweeping the moth eyebrows and the moon, the pipa has a love.

The gel's eyebrows opened for the king, and the Furong account warm the spring and returned to the swallow.

Washing the springs for a night of wind and rain, Xiao Shu's white hair was new, and the dragonflies were even more intellectual.

The Ming Dynasty traveled again, duckweed in water, and life was short of life.

A scattered person, closed the wooden gate, the dragonfly died of the soul.

No poems can tell about the dynasty. It is difficult to find a dragon last night. Mo Dao's life is full of stars.

Hua Xieyu, butterfly dance Liu Hannan, I saw it in the dream last night, and the short song was entered into the painting boat.

There are many wind and rain in the Ming Dynasty.

One year's spring, the short dreams reached Xieqiao, the dragon in the lotus leaf field, where to find Gillian in the Ming Dynasty.

I did n’t feel that the spring light was short, and it was only one night before exposed the dragon.

The dragon shadow, the Ming Dynasty saw the flowers blooming again, and when the dream met, the short boat was in the painting.

Sitting alone in the lonely people, the dreams of acacia are in a short night, and the dragonflies have a pair of water.

The dragonflies were free, and the catkins were flying flowers to the Ming Dynasty.

Unconsciously, the dreamer knew that the dragonfly struggled to warm the tree, and the Ming Dynasty was yellow.

The pond of the drama, when the flowers of the Ming Dynasty were more fragrant, even the night urged dreams to wake up, and the sound of frogs was short and long.

Thousands of layers are far away, as long as the waves are long, the water wide mountains are unlimited, and the flying butterfly dances.

Fly the shadow seemed to be in good flowers, like the water was not asleep, and I came to the pillow tonight.

Water reflects the flowers of the sun butterfly dance, and the light boat is in the painting.

Time is like arrow flow, and it is easy to meet again in autumn.

Qiu Laiyue seemed to be hooking, when the end of the world was resting, the light was like a water flying.

Flying dance, birds contending, guests came to Mo Dao Qiu Hongsheng to draw a screen.

- Zheng Huixian #Zheng Huixian Guo Guo Xue Art #

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