How many green lotus flowers hate each other, look back at the west wind for a while.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up.
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.
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.
The fickle feelings turned into sadness and fatigue, and the twists and turns were broken.
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.
Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.
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.
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.
That's all I thought of for the time being ~ ~ ~