1, a city of Sauvignon Blanc
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of 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.
2, Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone?
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
3, Huatangchun, a pair of generations.
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.
4. Liu Han, Linjiang County
Where are the flying catkins? The layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and it is colder to sparse a tree. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.
5. Meet Yu Meiren again in the depths of Qulan.
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 one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.
6. Hua Lian Chusai
Today, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that ancient rivers and mountains. 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.
7. It was wrong to pick mulberry seeds at that time
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 be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
8, butterfly lovers, hard work, the most pity for Tian Yue
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. The past is like a ring, and it has become 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.
9. Spread out the Huanxi sand, and the wind has drifted.
The wind has gone with 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.
It makes people feel sentimental and thin, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
10, Huanxisha remnant Hui cold painting screen
You can go back to the cold painting screen, and it has been three nights since the flute fell, and no one is in the month.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
1 1, picking mulberries 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.
12, picking mulberry seeds, Mingyue deeply loves Ying Xiao Wo.
The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the desire for love, walk alone and sing alone.
I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. When the moon is shallow and the lights are deep, where can I find clouds in my dreams?
13, golden melody, thoughts on the anniversary of a dead woman
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.
14, Magnolia grandiflora, archaize words, Friends of Cambodia
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
15, picking mulberry seeds and filling them with snowflakes.
Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.
Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
16, Mid-Autumn Festival of Pipa Fairy
Blue sea year after year, who is missing the ice wheel? Autumn fragrance is blowing, as clear as snow. If you look sad, it will be a beautiful night, and you will know that it will be sad. Just now, yes, the old moon.
Playing hide-and-seek on the flower path has angered the leaves. Remember that the fan is not light, and it is cold and hot several times. Only the end, full of feelings, always endless, do not leave. A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold.
17, just like a dream, is a pulley, is a golden 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.
18, Chao Fuyu in Huanxisha was drowned by cold sadness.
Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers. Last year, the barrel was high and light.
If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
19, Fen Liang's golden melody
Fred is crazy, too Occasionally, the dust in Beijing, Wuyi family. Who would want to spill wine on Zhaozhou soil? If you don't believe in the truth, you become bosom friends. Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos. Why ask you about your long life experience? Just scoff! Think about it and repent from the beginning. One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would get married in my life. However, the commitment is heavy, you must remember.
20, water regulation topic Xishan autumn cool map
Empty mountains are quiet, and the water is heavy. When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade. At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined and the forest was sparse. On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.
Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river. Who knows how to lie and wander in this life? I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote? Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture.
2 1, picking mulberry seeds, who turned over the bleak movement of Yuefu?
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?
22. Qinyuan Spring is fleeting.
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; 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 to have frost in the morning. It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting. 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.
23. Residential buildings in Qiumu Village, Nanxiangzi
The cold stream is full of red leaves, all the trees are silent and the trees are uniform. Try to climb the small building, the mountain is high and low. A cloud of smoke hung over the hillside.
The barking of dogs is mixed with the crowing of roosters, the lights are flashing, and there is a way back. Walking along the mountain, it's far and near, east and west. Home is in the depths of autumn and winter, and the door is closed alone.
24. Bodhisattva, the north wind blows away the night snow.
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.
25. Peace and happiness, hardships and hardships
Lovers braved the wind and rain to date, because they sneaked out, so they often couldn't keep the appointment. It is easy to talk about recent news when you are tired of watching the moon halo on the jade fence.
However, the meeting time is short, and in the blink of an eye when the wind blows over the window screen, she 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.
26. South Alley, taking pictures of the dead.
Tears are silent tears, but they just regret the past and don't cherish your affection. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.
27, girls, silver beds, old people.
The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. You can't talk about money when picking incense, and you can't 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.
28. The dead Hua Lian went to the place where the green poplar once folded.
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.
29, red dates, wind Xi
The wind and clouds are surging, and it is sunny and rainy. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail.
I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain.
30. Bodhisattva Xia asked you what is light?
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 old story was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and hatred have not disappeared.
3 1, Tasha is as beautiful as water.
Yuehua is like water, rippling like practice, and clusters of faint smoke and weak willows. Saihong flew south all night. Who asked if the armchair was thin?
Rhyme and wind are recorded as stones, not dance skirts and song sleeves. Once upon a time, I tried my best to sweep my eyebrows, but I also took care of the lens capsule and embroidered it again.
32. The rain in Huanxisha initially shattered Wu Tong's tears.
When the rain stopped, the tears of the phoenix tree began to harvest, and it felt sorry for itself. Spending money hates old relationships.
The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?
33. Qiaojinmen Fengsi Road
The wind is blowing and the water is crystal clear. A mirror of wet clouds is still green, and the rain clears up.
In the dream, who sweeps the snail lightly, the falling flowers outside the curtain are small. It's quieter to sleep alone, just worry about it.
34, youth travel, only so good.
There is only such a good scene, but only reason. Ordinary romance, leisurely talking and laughing, the meaning is very appropriate.
After ten years of silence, the past is unbearable. A hook is still on and half a curtain is still flying, which is always annoying.
35. Long waves and rainy nights make autumn.
Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, 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.
36, partridge day from hate
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and patted Meirui on the shoulder with her hand. If you want to leave hate and go to Lang, you will say that you will hate Lang, but you will rest.
Clouds and fresh water are long. A flute locked the empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou.
37. In kindness, shake hands with the west wind and shed tears.
Shake hands with the west wind and cry. I have been away for many years. Listen to the rain in front of the lamp far away, and look back at the mountains behind the snow.
With the news, it is recommended to add meals. Osmanthus fragrans will be preserved when it is fragrant. It is as small as agarwood, but it is sad and difficult to draw.
38. Bodhisattva rustling leaves and wind and rain.
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.
39, like a dream, all accounts are drunk.
The awning is drunk, the stars are teetering, and the dream is separated from the wolf river and shattered by the sound of the river.
Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.
40, bodhisattva, foggy window, cold, far, dusk
The foggy window is cold to the far sky, and it is cold to the window at dusk. Flowers fall, crows cry, crows fall.
Sleeves are thin and thin, with thin shadows hanging down the sleeves. The wind is a little red, and it's windy in HongLing.
4 1, aunt Manjianghong Wei Wenfeng
I want to ask why you set off such a violent hurricane on the Fengshen list. After all, it's not spring in the south. The flowers in bloom make you jealous. No, Jiangnan has a good spring and is jealous of the weather. When the leaves are blown by the wind, the returning crow can't recognize its perch, the ribbon hanging from the scroll and the frightened swallow. Why doesn't God give some pity to the sad people, but let the wind blow them?
I just fell asleep in front of the lamp and was suddenly awakened by the strong wind. After listening to the wind, melancholy turned into sadness. It suddenly occurred to me that my lover, who is far away from home, is listening to the sound of the raging wind at the moment. I hope her green screen can keep the windshield out and not blow away the graffiti screen. Only shadows leave their souls in the autumn sky by candlelight. There's no point in following him all the time, Piaofen and Xiangxiang.
42. The red window is full of Xie Guihua.
Swallows return to flowers and wither, and it will be early and bright. It's just the general scenery and two moods. I still remember, in the shadow of peach blossom, I vowed to live.
Black silk paper is charming and red, just like the stars in spring. Take a break from the lonely secret agreement and learn from the deep alliance. After a few words, there was a faint perfume and a wet screen.
43. Bodhisattva's adult, new cold wine knocks on the window and rains.
In the new cold, wine knocks on the window and rains, and the fragrance lingers in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.
Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.
44. Yun Song ordered pillows and incense in the temple.
The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Meet each other and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, wine is sick, pear blossoms are everywhere, 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.
45, romantic, autumn suburb.
The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.
46. Lotus Cup, who is your confidant?
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.
47. The Bodhisattva Alliance is sad and white.
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.
48. It's like a dream to meet each other late.
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.
49, health check, melancholy Cai
Clouds are flying, Irene is flying all over the sky, and how many people who are disappointed know. Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.
The scene of bidding farewell to the Iraqi people is clear, but the inner feelings are not clear. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.
50. The lonely flowers and leaves of Qingpingle
Lonely flowers and leaves ruined the festival of clear autumn. Silent embroidered screen incense went out, and Zhu Yan disappeared into the darkness.
Who pity blowing sheng, Tianya Xiang. What bothers me is dreaming through the curtains, and half the bed is full of flowers and moons.
5 1, Linjiang county, made an appointment last night.
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.
52. Bai Weiling Chun Qing only went to Pear Blossom Thin.
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, drawing pictures on a clear night and calling for truth.
53. Nanxiangzi, the first harvest of warm misty rain
The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picked a pair of red beans, bowed 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.
54. Silk rain in Linjiang is like a cloud of water and dust.
Silk rain, like clouds, dust and water, broke the Wu Palace. Flowers are cold and warm to avoid the east wind. Cold pity is easy to disperse, and swallows learn to love red.
People say that illness will decrease with the month, but it is actually the same as spring. Maybe leave butterflies and flowers. Without the shadow of Shuang Meng, the smile is empty.
55, Linjiang Xian, a little banana heart will be broken.
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?
56. Magnolia flowers were sent to Fen Liang southbound at the beginning of the slow autumn rain.
Looking forward to the delivery of Xinghe, I was shocked into the night and turned to Qing business. Butterflies in Tashi Garden, gently turning over musk deer powder, secretly turn yellow. It's very cold. A leisurely glance, even a little, stirs my heart. I think it's a trip to Fujian. I'll try it after I leave.
Suspected general. Ink painting sparse window, lonely shadow light xiaoxiang. Qian Yi left Gao Wu, lit half a candle and discussed everything. Lotus skirt. Wind shear, ask tonight, who and Gai Yuanyang. Since then, I have been worried about everything and my dreams have been divided.
57, minus the word magnolia, meet without words.
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.
58. Jiuquanzi Xie Kezhen
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.
The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.
59, Huanxisha, who is not pitiful?
Who is not poor, the old season is so beautiful. Heartbroken people have been dead for years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
60. Bodhisattva, it's already half a winter in the daytime.
The land is frightened and plundered, and it's almost half winter. It's time to untie the saddle. It's so sad that the ice is integrated with the river.
The burn marks are far away, and the city bulges high. Tomorrow is near Chang 'an, and guests are worried.
6 1, Yu Meiren, traces of sadness are everywhere.
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.
62. Liu Yang in Huanxisha sent thousands of horseshoes.
Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and geese fly from north to south. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?
At the end of my life, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.
63. Hanako's home is in the wilderness under the forest.
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.
64. Bodhisattva people, urging flower slaves to drum.
The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to answer the rest 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.
65. Qingpingle is sad and serious.
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.
66. A winding rope runs through picturesque mountains.
As far away as the mountains. A horse in a short coat. You can't win autumn when you are rustling. Don't look back at the sunset.
Don't be sentimental. Don't wait until you come back. However, I am worried about holding a bun in front of the lamp and leaving people if I can't finish talking.
67, Yu Zhonghao, sunset single back to the floor.
Only take the setting sun upstairs, and the rest are quiet. A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn.
Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
68. Qingpingle, I won't go.
If you can't worry, you can't live in autumn. Six districts Pingshan deep courtyard. There are ups and downs every day.
At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk.