1, Peach Dream
Who, after following the rain
Windows open in the spring, a thousand colors emerge
Colorful, geese Larry Huang, rendering the background into a gorgeous
And this season, yet the protagonist of the stage
That is my obsession peach, bud than in dreams
How do I cross this water mae destiny
The name of poetry, please pink root of these
By a Song Lanzhou, ferry to your facial features
And that deep in the heart of the secret, come clean to you
Do not, do not listen to the words flow
Open to free the hand of my Nianhua
Sometimes the missing moment, waiting to use lifetime re-
The Red bottomless, then there is no scenery
Women's heart as pure as can be, gentle eyes
You wake up in time before the butterfly
To the spring, polished palm, Zuanjin happiness
2, Peach drunk
To you, I spring fictional the February and March water
And then waited at the Taohuawu the crossing, waiting for you after
Youth of the doors is open, the flowers open over a one
Been open to the south of the boats, the birds light cry, buzzing
I met your eyes moist, took peach cups
This is a sweet and led to thousands of Acacia, gently sip, and was drunken
Who is in the ear, and said softly
Hold your hand, I have the entire spring
Swarmed to the numerous flower peach, floral touch the bone, very soft time
Even if you are, my bar drink
Sansei stone that this altar Nver possession for many years has been closed
I want you to drink with me, even if this went through, the tears wet Pathetic
And then ask you to help me of a makeup
Touch of pink, starting from the eyebrows painted
From now on, every night in Hong dream, I sleep in a peach in this last
3, Taohua Jie
Standing near the water, to see the spring and transition
Thousands of miles away from our sight, to my thin shoulder
JB diligence has Tankan, but I can not wait
I want to grab before the on_set_ of the next rain
Off under a beautiful peach, grafting on the missing
The horse back who galloped on the road are
Thousands of miles, passing countless Inn
I gradually wide sleeves, rope full of poetic ping ping ze ze
Butterfly in Love, Yan title of mud, tea boiling spring Bi
Que do not know what the take out, so you spring Shaoji
Please do not laugh at my Dimei back
So many tears have no place to shelter
If, Weak water three thousand, I only drink you poured
This is the fate of doom
I am willing to lend life and make up with tears
Just give me all of the Peach Blossom Spring collection from
For you to shop a way home, Hong dyed chestnut, speckled happiness
4, peach drop
Acacia knot a blue, peach falling
Calm and quiet, like a beautiful dream finish
Diffuse water gently over the flowers in his arms rope
Sha shore woman, not applied Prostitute, holding the Fallen flowers
Diffuse through the misty rain slim figure, and the singing voice Li
Wei Liang fingertips, Nian Qi, is the last ray of style,
I can not speak meaningful words
After the string off, and then no one charming to listen to sentences
Mo say moments of beauty, as always half empty Que
I put away three hundred shijian, wash away the rouge, bid farewell to spring
Please bury me, bury me in the wind and the slopes covered with
And the poetry of her is together, escaped March watermark
Sleep in the mud, deep in the flower mound
Yen you do not, do not worry about staining your
It breeze by the moon, do not rely Diaolan, do not look at Nanshan
Called to each other, Juanqimei not forget to smoke the water if the two