It rains at the west window, but I can't sleep.
Autumn leaves write, the eaves are empty and quiet, so old people don't see them;
Painting at dusk, the curtain volume is not too empty, leaving the sound of nature.
It rains at the west window, and I can't sleep at night.
The wind swept the bamboo leaves at the west window, and the dusk suddenly fell.
I'm looking for a dream of mountains and rivers, but who cares about countless volumes of scriptures on the balcony?
In the quiet place, the flowers bloom, and when you are free, you can comment on the phoenix feathers.
Plowing clouds and plowing rain hurt parting, closing the door to be heard.
Linjiang Fairy Topic West Window Sleepless at night.
People are more hurt than lotus roots, and Qiu Tangxiu talks about life. In the original dream, why are the clouds chaotic? Who sings when you are worried? After being desolate for a long time, I woke up, but I mixed my family with manifold. Deep places are hard, and small places build more feelings.