the Beidou seven star high, the elder brother Shu night belt knife. So far, peeping at the horse, dare not go through Lintao.
the mosque of the green bamboo forest is late. The lotus hat takes the sun and the mountain is far away.
jade and white dew, the night long invaded socks. But the crystal curtain, the exquisite look of the autumn moon.
Panasonic asked the boy, the teacher to take medicine. Just somewhere in this mountain here, but deep clouds set me wondering where.
green ant fermented grains wine, red mud stove. Late to the snow, to drink a cup of nothing.
the day is on the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea. You can enjoy a grander sight by climbing to a greater height.
the mountain sound of the book, through the winter after the spring. Near the country is more timid, dare not ask to come to the person.
in the end of the South Yin Ling show, snow floating cloud end. The forest shows the light, and the city is growing cold.
the work cover three points of the country, known as the eight array. The river stone does not turn, the hate loses the Wu.
last night, nepotism, insects fly today. The lead Chinese can not be abandoned.
the old country three thousand miles, the deep palace for twenty years. A full son, double tears fall before the king.
Huaijun belongs to autumn night, walk to chant cool days. The empty mountain pine son falls, the quiet person should not sleep.
for the king of the king, do not send the capital. Yesterday's sorrow spring rain, can forget to leak.
the beauty rolls the bead curtain, the deep frowning brow. But the tears are wet, who does not know how to hate it?
zither Golden Millet column, plain hand Jade House. If you want to have a chill, you miss the chord by mistake.
the mountains do not see people, but hear the voice of people. Back in the deep forest and look on the moss.
three days into the kitchen, wash your hands as soup. I did not know the appetite of the aunts.
the birds fly high, soliton cloud alone to leisure. Two not tired of seeing each other, only Hong Kong Pavilion.
where the family lives, concubines live in the pond. A suspension of a ship, or a fellow townsman.
Ling Ling on the seventh chord, quietly listening to the wind cold. Although the ancient tone of self love, today many people do not play.
sitting alone in the ghost, play the piano again and again. Deep forest people do not know, the moon comes to shine.
100 treasure with the waist belt, the real pearl collateral arm. When you laugh, you spend your eyes close to your eyes.
green ant fermented grains wine, red mud stove. Late to the snow, can drink a cup of nothing?
eat wild field beauty. The wine is very far water. The east flow is not exhausted. You should see your love.
east to Wan Li guests, in a few years. Jiangcheng wild goose, high North flying high.
the mountains do not see people, but hear the voice of people. Go back into the deep forest and look on the moss.
a hundred years already over half, autumn to cold. In order to ask Pengzhou animal husbandry, when to save the emergency.
the palaeo palace, the palace flowers lonely red. The maiden in the white head is in, sitting idle and saying Xuanzong.
When you come from your hometown, you should know the hometown. The next day is a window, the cold plum blossom is not?
move boat mooring smoke Zhu, sunset guest melancholy new. Wild and low tree, near the river in the Qing Dynasty.
in the mountains to send, the twilight mask the firewood. Spring grass is green next year, and Wang Sungui does not return.
lonely cloud will be the wild crane, to live in the world! Mt. Mt. Mo is known by the people.
to return to the mountains and shallow, must be the most beautiful. Do not learn the people of Wuling, and visit Taoyuan temporarily.
Donglin guest office. The Moon leaves the White Ape. Laugh away from Mount Lu. How do you bother over tiger Creek.
to the late meaning discomfort, drive the car on the ancient original. The sunset is good, it's just the twilight.
hit the yellow warbler, moo on the crow. When the crow surprised concubine dream, do not get west of Liao.
the remains of the temple are ancient, and the grass and trees in empty mountains are long. And when he heard the word, the LORD did not return to Nanyang.
thousand mountain birds fly, thousands of people trace out. The boat is lonely and fishing alone.
at the edge of the river, go back to see the banners. The wind from the spring city dusk, the tall building drum horn sad.
red beans are born in South China, and a few branches of spring come? Wish you more to pick, this is the most thought.