All the way to the warmth (outer four songs) Nie Pengren, should go all the way to the warm line is not only the season or season in the cultivation that should be studied, is a bright word spring light or autumn mood Shan Shan

All the way to warmth (outer four songs)

Nie Peng

People should go all the way to the warm line

It's not just the seasons or the seasons

In the cultivation that should be studied

Warm is a bright word

Spring is still autumn

There is nothing wrong with the grass and trees

Some warmth is needed in life

Soothe the bitter cold of the years

In the glimmer of dawn

The true purity of human nature

The days of pity under the moon

Man is still the man he was

The heart is no longer the original mind

Year after year, the flowers are still the same

And the ancients he once saw this month

It is far away from Hehan Road

People with hearts

There must be expectations hidden in the mind

All the way to warmth

It is to go from prosperity to ordinary

Spring flowers and autumn moon phases are faint

Secular fireworks contain incense

All four seasons are spring

Landscapes, flowers and birds, four seasons of reincarnation

Warbler swallow dance The grass is clear in color

The rushing mountain spring is generally beautiful

Thousands of landscapes

Hidden in the depths of time

One meter of sunshine, the afterglow does not stop

The seasons are yellow and bright.2

Look for green leaves in the dry grass

Drunk in the light on a dirt road

There is a pure white color of heaven and earth

The time of the mirror flower water moon

There is a poetic sense of ingenuity

Brew a pot of spring wine

When does the pick-up begin

And when is it over again

There is no decent definition

This day

Life began to shift in the direction of ordinary people

Slowly, though

But powerfully

Those thorns hidden in the branches

Some have already begun to flee

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On a blooming moon flower

Scattered with some scattered petals

The days of watching the flowers are colorful

And the flowers will eventually fall into the dust

Select Sit in front of the window

Look at the sky outside

I want to leave a scene

There is a flickering fire of running

There are clear streams wandering in the mountains

Some people are pushing forward

Interpret repetitive fragments

Clear dog barking downstairs late at night

I conjured it up to the beak of a sheep

The curtains were blown by the wind

It was the life of the window that was beating

March is coming not far from the mountains

Peach blossoms loom in the middle of the mountain

Me and my friends

A spring rain will gather

Take the first peach blossoms into the urn

Brew a pot of wine drunk in March

With more friends

A drunken end of the day

In the name of Spring

The evening breeze is lightly inked

Shallow painting heart is like a flower

A lotus that blooms on the heart

Dreamy and deep

Clean without wind and dust

Baked into a fragrant and simple text

Wet the heart of the sea to see the flowers

Not a moment of magnificence

Return from a long journey

That ride away

Fireworks scattered all over the place for the cool

A river of smoke and rain

A kind of guardian warmth

Like a paper kite fluttering in the wind

All the puffy clouds are just passing the eye

The blossoms are still fragrant

The beauty of silent time

Never let up by time

Obsessing over time

Go to the meeting of a flower letter

A feast of late spring

Sit between smiling and smiling in the years

Promise a warm day with your hand

On the water's edge by the wind

Hug each other and listen to the rain and watch the clouds

Idle wind and dust in the air

Read the cold moon as a lamp

A vision in the mind

Drunk into a spring flower

Yongchun

A cup of tea in your hand

You will know cold and warm

One put one's heart in mind

You will know the heat and cold

The fragrance of flowers wafts in the night

There must be Yan Ruyu in the dream

The corner of the heart does not matter to let go

Red sleeves add incense

There is a stove with a red note

A petal of flowers does not wither

The beauty of the blank space

What's the point of being at the end of the world?

Spring that ripples away

There will always be green willows on the shore

Red flowers in the mountains

Smiling and guarding Qinghuan

The warm incense is slightly chilly

The spring breeze is ten miles away

Why Sheng Xiaomo

Even if you miss the fullness of Mizusawa

There are also verdant smoky willows

And the Buddha's edge on the boat

Fireworks are amorous

There is a common shore

Red apricot branches

There must also be a raging fire

This season spring

May come back next season

The missed bustle may still be there

Lost people will come back again

In the spring, hit the road

That's it, riding a horse

Up or down the hill

That's it, barefoot

Wading through the spring stream

A girl running a cow and sheep

Meet for a spring return

Beauty comes pouring in

The golden yellow of Yilonglong has passed away

Those skinny little grasses

Become fat and plump

Oily in the wilderness

Like a girl leaning on the door and window

Looking forward to the brilliant spring light of dating

Spring is like a sea of flowers

Endless blue sky with white clouds

Alpine flowing water flowers moonlit night

It's been a long time

The flashes of colour have become mute

Spring comes uninvited

And the road ahead is always exciting

Nature rules the world of spring

Yin Qingyuan is always striding with his head held high

Just talk about walking

Everything is drifting

Everything is metamorphosing

Delicate thoughts, sunshine and golden yellow

This season spring river plumbing

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