Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust. Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust. and
The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear. and
Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite. Bodhisattva is beautiful
It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.
Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes. and
The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry. Linjiangxian
A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.
Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth? and
I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.
Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells. Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark. and
Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.
Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt. and
The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart. Once again (walking in autumn)
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book. Yun Song's orders about temples.
The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.
Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time. Blue wet mourning
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love. Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in her dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and she couldn't remember clearly. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records. In mid-July, the fourth night is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman.
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge. Nan Xiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.
Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night. Reflections on the anniversary of the death of the female deceased in Golden Melody
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti. A butterfly in love with flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. A butterfly in love with flowers
Then he went to the place where Qingyang was broken, and without saying a word, he walked all over the clear autumn road with a whip. Grass has no intention of falling into the sky, and the sound of geese is as far away as xiaoguan.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing my dreams to the present. How much is the journey tomorrow? It's cold and rainy on your clothes. Shanhuazi
Moss grows in the forest, and it cherishes the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying.
Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight. The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world. Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Sadly, the bleak yellow flower festival. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad.
Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying. and
Lovers braved the wind and rain to date, because they sneaked out, so they often couldn't keep the appointment. She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely. well
It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves. Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow. and
Yellow moss returns to the road, where there is the smell of powder and clothes. The news is too heavy. I miss you very much tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain, half blown away by the wind. and
In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears. Pick mulberry seeds
Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.
The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter. and
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream? and
Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn. Pick mulberry seeds
Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.
Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling. and
Who put the ice wheel on the sea? The sky is full of disappointment. Never say goodbye, but on a beautiful night, tears are always zero.
We should only meet again under the blue sky, and that is this life. Can survive this life, just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you again. and
Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream.
It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao. and
Cool dew, fragrant and moist, with dark drops of flowers. Who shakes the shade and swallows wicker in the wind?
Cosmetic box, dancing kite, open the frequency cover, sandalwood powder accidentally. Tears welled up. Last night, I felt a dream. and
Soil flowers have been dyed in Hunan, Hubei and India, and lead tears are hard to disappear. Who rhymes? Not a rhinoceros, but a phoenix.
You should only grow purple with the flow and cut the autumn tide. Parrots steal to teach, see Yu Di didn't ring. and
Zhu Lan stood by in white, and the moon set in the west. When the temples are frosted, do you know if you can come back?
The remnants are even more jaw-dropping, and the size is still thin. Acacia blindly, like the old days. Pick mulberry seeds
Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?
This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago. and
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west. Huatangchun
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively. When the flowers fall
Who calls down the stairs in the sunset, holding a censer. Looking back, I stood in front of laughter, always speechless and reluctant to part.
There is no evidence in the notebook, don't say lovesickness. I advised Yihong Window to get drunk, but it was too late. Biography of rivers
Shallow spring, red resentment. Cover with a double ring and draw leisurely between raindrops. Without words, the darkness will burst into tears. Decline, fragrance sells dreams.
Thinking about the past by leaning on the screen is nothing, just a lovesickness. Remember that time, the court was full of weeping willows, Hua Hudie. Huanxisha
It is not difficult to remember long lines. Yingying was separated from Yinwan from now on. There will be no snow and destruction.
When the bluebird cuts the brocade, the jade bug cuts the spring flag overnight. Can't help trying. and
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary. and
Lotus flowers leak three and a half candles, apricot flowers are slightly wet and light, so it's boring to send red beans?
Spring has seen strong wine, and I am confident to return home. and
Wind bun throws autumn grass. The wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, Tanabata was deeply allied.
I believe in the legend of feather clothes and regret teaching Luo socks to bury the whole city. Rain bells are singing in the air. and
Half a ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar.
There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back. Spread happy sand.
The wind has blowing in the wind, and the mud lotus has just become a lotus root; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life.
People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. Meet Huan
Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me. Subtract Mulan
Candles swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it.
The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain. and
There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.
Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin. Magnolia imitates ancient writing.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. Langtaosha
The rain at night makes autumn, just in my heart, teaching him to cherish the wind. Who is sick, who is more shameful?
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay. and
The red shadow is wet and the window is thin and spring. After the rain, the sun is setting outside. Anyone who saw that thin blouse with a low bun hugged his knees and thought.
Don't be sad, hold on early. Meditate on what it is to break people's intestines. I once caught a glimpse of the cloister in his spring dream. Partridges leave hate.
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and patted Meirui on the shoulder with her hand. If you want to find A Lang from hatred, you should stay with him, but you should rest.
Clouds and water flow forever, and a flute locks an empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou. Shengchazi
Dongfeng is puzzled and steals Hunan skirts. I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist.
Ruo water sinks smoke, dew drops Yuanyang tile. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand. and
What do you know about blue clouds and blue sky? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.
It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain. lotus leaf cup
Confidant. who is it? It's over. Won and missed his life. Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly.
Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night. Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy. Reflections on Sushuanglin Temple in Jiangnan
When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.
Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city. Jade chain shadow
Where is the rain in Mao Mao, Xiao Ye? Wet eaves flower, flower bottom people speechless. Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.
(Press: This tune does not include it, or it is also self-tuning) Huanxisha
Who got the news of rejecting frost? Two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.
The silver garlic curtain is silent, and the jade hairpin knocks on the candle. Huang bloom is also near Chongyang. Huanxisha
Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone. Nanxiangzi
The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picked a pair of red beans, lowered his head and said, with tears in his eyes.
People go like spring break, and wine makes stones very well. Don't worry about someone crossing peach leaves, boating, a kind of smoke wave. Medicinal plants of Solanaceae
Cry when the moon sets and get up too early. Thin cream courtyard is afraid of clothes, and its heart is quiet and red. Who knows this situation? A butterfly in love with flowers
At present, the scenery can't stay, it's warm and fragrant, and I'm going to carve saddles. If you want to hide the road with tobacco, you will find that it is acacia.
Melancholy jade face has become a barrier, why not be a rich man? The broken belt left a begging word, and there was nowhere to find it. Qiaojinmen
The wind is blowing and the water is crystal clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still clear, and the rain clears up.
Who sweeps snails in dreams? Outside the curtain, the fallen petal is red and small. It's quiet to sleep alone. Where's the trouble? Jin people show off lotus flowers in Ye Jing Temple and make friends with their grandchildren.
The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released. The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.
That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down Jiangnan's dream, which was full of diamonds. Meng Jiangnan
I'm so new here. I'm talking like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang is only a dream, very thin and poetic. The standard situation has long been known. Qingping, Le Yi, Fen Liang
Listening to the rain at night will give you a feeling of autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow.
Qian Shan Wanshui, I can't remember where you are tired. Do you know the little window red candle? According to some people, this night is bleak. Gold thread soothes the west.
What increases sadness? However, he and the weather can do it, so don't teach him nirvana. Every time you are frustrated, you will be frustrated. You know, blessings are just folds. A man was lying on a bed watching Beidou, and his back was blown bloody by Gao Cheng and the Jade Emperor. Listen to the drums more thoroughly.
My husband refused to cook with the five lakes at leisure because people were hot. Tears, like Qiu Lin's endless waving, spilled on the wild yellow butterfly. Do not envy, inherit the class. The clue of car dust is not busy, and the west wind blows in Leng Yue. Xiao Temple, flowers are like snow. Ginger said goodbye to him again and handed it to him.
Who will be with you again? Sigh life, break up and break up several times, it will become late. I remember the candle at the west window best, but I talk about the rain at home. No, just for a while. The trees in the Yangtze River are rustling, and the geese in the far blank send their grief. Under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this.
Attribution adds a lot of sadness. Strong material, cold smoke and cold month. I'm sorry for your being down and out, but I haven't met Xiao on my temple yet. Amnesia, children of Chang 'an. It's too late for us to start now. Only by believing in the past can the truth be denied. Life hates, * * * who speaks. Dianjiangchun
It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.
Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls. Baiziling Suhaner village
Ruthless wildfire, and the west wind burns all over the world. Elms are stuffed back into the snow and ice, cooled to the temples, and blown old. The horse hissed, moved, and merged into sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost tonight.
It's just that my brain is full of fat, and it's still hard to digest, and it's a waste of cigarettes. What's more, after Wen Yuan gaunt, it is not easy to get drunk. Back to the cold peak, the city is far away, and the dream is around the mountain. There are many feelings, only the whistling is high. Huanxisha
If you want to worry about the wild goose, the west wind will make the wine miserable. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue.
The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought. Huanxisha
Heading for Yunshan. The north wind interrupted the horse's neigh. Late autumn is far away.
At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled? Huanxisha
Accustomed to the stormy waves of the end of the world, Leng Yun faded away from autumn. The man woke up from his sleep and went upstairs again.
With my rustling, I only replaced a horse, and I laughed at the silent man and a cow. Working people only take a lifetime vacation. Huanxisha
Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sand, who beat the frost on the temples. Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world.
Soul and dream can not be separated from the golden bow and defense. Draw a jade crow fork. Poor thing, lose a penny. Huanxisha
Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and old geese fly south in the north. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?
At the end of my life, I returned to the sunset, and I dreamed of it in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time. Meet Huan
Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop. Nanguizi ancient tree
The ancient garrison was hungry and the wild city flew. When the fire is robbed and the ashes remain, try to see the hero's game-writing protocol, full of dragons.
The jade account is separated from the base, and the golden armor has stopped blowing. Looking back at the east wind, it is all wrong. If you don't do it, you will be desperate. Langtaosha wanghai
A mirage is half hidden, and the waves roar. As a general, I will make a fool of myself. After bathing in the sun and moon, I want to go for a ride.
Did you catch six turtles? The pole grazed the coral. Sang Tianqing asked Ma Gu. Shui Piao receives water every day. Is that a kettle? within walking distance
The horse's head looks at the green hill, which is so prosperous. Again, stop smoking and fade grass, and recognize the inscription on the moss.
Don't look for a broken halberd. In those days, you only shed tears of autumn sadness. I went hunting and riding in Xinfeng on a sunny day under the Ming Tombs. Picking mulberry for nine days
In late autumn, no one can remember who, and the leaves rustle. The country road is far away. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.
Good times cherish the scenery, not for climbing. I only feel the needle of my soul. Nan Yan is even more lonely after she comes back. The south tower makes the Great Wall heavy.
Ancient wood is autumn to people, and the shock is strong. It's double ninth festival, so where can you worry? I remember the melancholy thing that year. When it was stormy, I went down to the south building.
How many dreams can you have? Sweet souls will cry. It's strange that cicadas are cold and empty. When I was in first frost, I couldn't sleep, but I wanted to come up with an old romance. Looking forward to the crimson Huanghua City.
The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.
I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese. Butterfly bloom.
The ancient rivers and mountains did not explicitly refuse. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains. Endless desire
Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. well
Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring. Bodhisattva is beautiful
The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Dream well, don't wake up, and let him benefit.
Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag. Bodhisattva is beautiful
Stay in spring and live for the haggard spring, and half an hour will run back to the rain. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the sound of rain is more charming.
At dusk, tears flow clear and flowers fall. With the sound of warblers, the east wind is in March.
(The second sentence in Xiaque's handwriting is "forbearance". ) bodhisattva man
Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.
Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The past was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and resentment did not disappear.
Hazelnuts and thorns are all over the mountain, and they don't live for worrying people. Where in Chang 'an, wet clouds blow rain and cold.
My heart is about to break, it should be sad tears in autumn. There are many tears in the guest, and there is nothing to return. and
Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting.
There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces. Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Smoke is light and rain is light, which is ugly. A broken rainbow hangs on the tree, which is also the afterglow of chaotic mountains.
Eyes are high, the journey is broken, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The river goes east day and night, and the brocade book should be entrusted to Pisces. The wall of Fahan 'er village in Qingping.
Who is the guest star of "When the Moon sets"? Looking at Wang Li's home mountain, there seems to be a corner of the red chamber.
Bad things keep happening year after year, killing the traffic jam. Lost to the son of Wuling, at this time the dream is around flowers. The title wall of Qinqin Gorge in Qingping Music
Who is a one-night bosom friend? Like a dream, it is difficult to write a song while worrying.
The sky is in the clouds, and people follow the geese to the west wind. Call for red lapel greensleeves, don't teach tears to shed heroes. Yu zhonghao
Whose road to Yinshan is difficult? Wind, hair, rain and blood make people happy. The pine tip is exposed to the eagle, and the reed leaf stream has no saddle.
Rest by the tree and see you in the forest. Antelope high banquet cluster gold plate. The frost and wind were tight all night, and the mink and fur complained of the early cold. Yu zhonghao
If you can't sleep, it's like dreaming of a border town. Listening to the rainy night, I remember the night light in the red chamber.
Books are solemn, hatred is clear, and the sky will make sadness taste deep. Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold. Yu zhonghao
Wild geese fly by the cold clouds, hesitating to complain about the south. Who can lean on the horse to cross the mountain road and meet the west wind?
People are embarrassed and think of Yiyi, where there are no trees and crows. Sweep the window and take a farewell photo now. Shengchazi
The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent. Tired of dancing, I smell the chicken, but I feel wet.
Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white. If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away. There is a sweet smell around us.
Snow turns crows, river ice leaps horses, and wind blows dragon stakes. It's always sad to cry at night. Dancing until midnight, where there is no one, there are village chickens. Only should be a sound, shining golden dark clap your hands, tears wet clothes.
You know, today's ancient events have chess wins and chess losses. It's touching to sigh, but it's wrong to look back. There are only a few lines left in the history of history, and the sunset has broken all the relics. Time * * *, confused with the river, when will it flow back? Tasha shop
It is better to lean on the willow inscription and make a flower side cap than to drive it away. It's too early to blow the green shadow into silk.
Jindian West Western jackdaw, Jade Spring Grass, Who cares if it is cold or warm? Mayor Xiao Lou Yue Ming is idle. What else is life in his later years? Huanxisha
Shili Lake is full of wine, and the green curtain reflects the low level of Baipingzhou. The west wind listens to the harvest of ling.
Sometimes, with sleeves on the beach, you can draw a boat at once. Back to the silent evening makeup building. Old fisherman
Autumn wind is better than lotus.
People are dizzy, and the water is blown into the piccolo. Recite orchids with crimson lips
There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.
How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.
I think it's good. Look at it.