Lingbo Fairy with incense wind, double -paired neck, emerald serial accompaniment

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Don't be red, Lingbo Fairy has a incense wind, and the neck is paired, and the emerald is accompanied.

In a pair of puppets, the double flying emerald dances, the hibiscus comes out of the bath, and the rain pear blossoms smile.

There is a little yellow in the cluster, and the drama is long in the water, and it is shy with dew hibiscus and elegant makeup.

Hibiscus is shy to split out, and does not envy the emerald dream.

Wind light swallows with incense, hibiscus water warm drama is rolling in lotus waves, amber light in the emerald plate.

The pond of the puppet, the emerald falls into the lotus, the hibiscus is ashamed to marry the Lang.

A proud and distant dust, a few strands of fragrance, and the spring breeze and the smile.

Before the sadness, open the old face, where the style is not found in the immortal class.

A bottle of wind moon opened, the old problem of the hazard, the song did not end up the grass.

In the lower Yaotai, the ice muscles are dusty, and the pear blossoms are placed overnight.

Yu Jiebing went down to Yaotai, and Mei Kai was shameful.

Jin Ju Ling frowned with a smile, Ao Xue was cold, and Dongfeng's money was sent to the dust.

The pear blossoms bloomed, and the scent of fragrant cheeks were brushed, and Dongjun's dust was full.

Accompany the clear words, the dyeing clothes, the wind is full of Yannan flying.

The ice muscle jade bone is full of dust.

The night hovering, the hazy clouds opened, the flowers in front of the court, and the thoughts of the dust.

Who is Youmeng opened, Qinglu's silent wet powder cheek, and the steps moved lightly.

It is not dyed and white, and the breeze is given to the dark incense.

The frost and thick chrysanthemums are not declining, the golden wind sends cool models to welcomes Jiake, and the jade cinnamon is fragrant.

Open for the monarch, the wind is desolate, and I do n’t know where to go.

At that time, Dongjun's steps were to wash the dust and show the jade posture, with dew and shyness, and swaying the wind and smiling.

The dew was light and the flowers were light flowers, and a single show was open to the sun.

Two in the sky knows, leading the neck to the bridge to make good luck, when the love of the woman is wandering together.

Like a fairy, the sun and the moon are giving a thousand, and the high songs are greeted by the far away.

Welcome to the Asahi, all things in the world, the purple gas comes to the earth, and the gods are cheering in all seas.

Why should God ask for poverty and wandering to find the old trace, leading the neck is the spring breeze.

Everyone in the world is difficult to sing the road, so there is scattered tears.

Play water and neck dressing. On each side of the world, Ziyan Shuangfei drinks drunk and shiny.

Farewell, God had been suspected for a long time.

In the water cloud, the willow bank, the neck is singing and the beautiful scenery is better than Taoyuan.

Xiang Tiange, there is rotten Ke, wandering under the moon and chanting.

Finding the sound, Gao sang to this day, the thousands of miles of gods have become close friends, lingering in the moon.

Shenzhou has a network intercourse, and it is transferred to Xiaoyao, and there is no reason to lead the neck of this night.

Leading the neck and singing all the way, the sky always cares about the love, and the knowledge of the same way is accompanying.

Where is there no romantic in the world, leading the neck to sing Kyushu, and the gods of all miles are dreaming of ancient and modern sorrows.

Wandering dancing, under the tree, he died of sleeping, greeted the far away, and the beauty of the world was better than the fairy.

The golden chicken was famous for its neck. At this time in the heavens and the world, the purple gas came to thousands of miles.

The water and necks of the world are dependent on the neck, and the soul of God has always been on the way.

Flower shadow chased butterflies, watching the dragonfly clearing the emels, a pool is colorful.

The willow is drooping, and the puppets are flying wing, and several dragonfly butterflies dream.

On the red day, a pool of pools shown Caica, several dragonflies stood up, and several groups of butterfly trees climbed.

The dragonfly stood a lotus pond, busy wearing flowers around the tree, and the ponds in the pond.

Cross the small bridge, a pond in the spring, and the dream of breaking the lotus, the butterfly fluttered by the catkins.

Interested in the butterfly fans, inadvertently love dragonflies, and the drama water lotus pond drunk night wind.

In the wind, I still think of the Beidou star, and I do n’t see the dragonfly butterfly dancing Ting Ting.

Dragonfly dances, butterflies are flying, the most unsatisfactory drama.

A pool of clear waves, the lotus dancer, the dragonfly flew to the flowers.

Pluttering around the tree, the dragonfly water drama rushed into the lotus pond, and the fish leap in clearing the pond.

The dance sleeves are dying, the blue water is fragrant, and several dragonfly butterflies are hidden in the leaves.

The half -pond was drunk, a pair of plays, a few dragonflies flying up and down, and two pairs of butterfly dance.

Lixiao Bridge, wearing flowers butterfly dance enchanting, unmanned spring, watching the drama Bitao.

The depth of the forest is like a sea fish dragon hidden, the grass is like a bird and a beast, and the flowers of the leaves are blooming.

Shi Ji Tong Yinhan, Xiao Se Autumn Wind rolled yellow, and the mountain birds did not know that they sang the sun.

After the rain, the autumn wind entered the clouds, and the branches singing the spring flowed.

When good birds, the flowers under the forest are gone, and the green vines are full of moss.

The grass is hidden, the flower fragrance is entered into the picture screen, and Ye Maozhi Fan Jiu Jiu to Tianming.

The hovering trail enters the clouds deep, Ye Maozhi does not dye the dust, and the birds sing the cicada and the grass are beautiful.

The mountains and leaves are dark, the Yan hovers, and the nest is tired of sparsely pity.

In the sound of the birds, the spring meaning of spring, the cold wind is cold, hovering the small path and the beautiful scenery.

No one arrived, there were bird habitats in the empty nest, and a few leaf -leaf boats went with the water, and it was unknowingly sinking.

The small trails shall reflect the red, and the birds sing the cicada and the trees are dense.

Wu Ye Xiao Shu's wind was cold, and he went to the south for a few hovering.

Water ringing mountain birds, Lin Shenyin Temple bells, small roads surrounded the leaves from calmness.

Lin Ying was dark, the birds were cold, and the dead branches were stirred up for nine days.

Ye Maozhi is full of flowers, wind and sunny Yan hover, and birds flying fish jumping mountains high water.

In the depths of the clouds, the cypress leaves are full of mountains, and the birds sings the branches in spring, and the wind blows forests and sea.

Sweeping the leaves silent, the trails were gently stepped, and the birds sang the branches and the forests were clear. The birds sings the branches in spring, and the forests are full of flowers.

Dyeing the blue sky, hundreds of birds are full of flowers and flowers, wind and day Liyan hover.

Mao and tiles, Yang Huafei was priceless in spring, and the returned people did not know.

The murmured swallow cuts the spring back, the east wind is open overnight, the green tiles and red walls hide the ancient charm, and the poplar willow pipes enter the poem.

Last night, Dongfeng arrived at the pillow, and the sterile danced, and the Yanghua spit in front of the tile.

Singing Wa Ying'er sang, seeing Yang Hua's title of the old base, the east wind and the new moss.

Flying again, the tail birds came back in front of the eaves, where the swallows returned, and a ray of east wind entered my arms.

When the spring branches were cut, when the east wind was blowing, the green tiles and red walls were lined with each other, and the poplar cats were obsessed.

Dongfeng was a thousand branches overnight, and it was late to return to spring.

The stove rope bed is not related to the catkins, and the swallows in Chunlai are in the drizzle.

Flying all the willow, the banana tiles are frost, and the swallows return all night.

Swallows came back, Dongfeng did not understand the interest, and the blue tile and white wall fell into spring.

Green Wanjia, built a new nest, Yanghua did not solve the tile bridge.

Spring is just right, the city is full, and the mud swallow crosses the small bridge.

Spring is strong, the banana tiles are up, and the swallows are returning to find the old master.

The nest was busy, the east wind was warm, and the red walls and green tiles entered the dream hometown.

One night, the east wind was red, the swallow danced in the sky, and the poplars were puzzled in the tile.

No one picked up the poplars, the green tiles and red walls reflected Bichi, and the swallow returned to the hometown of thought.

Wanli also, the double flying swallows danced, and did not understand the sense of intention, and still swayed to the tile eaves.

The titles of the mud swallow built a new home.

The peach blossoms have returned without seeing people, only the cuckoo butterfly dreams.

The grass is green, and the swallows on the rhododendron branches return late, and the peach blossoms are red outside after the rain.

Rhododendron cried blood red, butterfly dance spring breeze, and the peach blossoms of the swallow are in the same way.

- Zheng Huixian #Zheng Huixian Guo Guo Xue Art #

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