August and autumn are full of strong winds and chaos. Declining red lotus shore. The moon is bright and round. clean
The bright side. I often entertain Joan every year. The society is worried about returning to Yan. Jiang Tian Kuang Rong Yun
Man Man Song Yu was affectionate at that time. Become bitter. Xiang Guan was heartbroken.
This word reflects the homesickness of the wanderer, which probably means: in August and autumn, the air is crisp and the wind blows and the trees are chaotic. Angelina and Honglian both declined. The bright moon is full of color. I hope to see such a beautiful moon every year. It's almost time to go to the village. It's sad to see the swallow rushing back to the south. In the sky on the river, the clouds cleared away, and Song Yu also expressed many feelings here at that time, leaving a lot of bitterness. Homesickness is heartbreaking!
Ouyang Xiu * * * has 47 "Pride of Fisherman", and the following is also very good.
August is cool and gives birth to a pillow. Gold plate dew wash Qiu Guang light. Yuehua Kaibao on the pool. wave
I am full of enthusiasm. An old friend, a thousand miles away depends on the threshold. The cicada tree is ruthless, and the wind is ruthless. The geese return to the blue sea, Julian
Hey. The arms are frosted and the temples are shrunk. Sadness is dark. How sad every year is.
Don't hate long and short. Drainage to promote leakage is shameful. This meeting is not half-hearted. star
Take the first turn. Luanqin Fengle quickly rolled over. The river drum is silent, looking at the northwest. Xiangmu hates the southeast.
It's far. Pulse beads full of tears. Return to confusion. Out of the intestine, the bridges are broken one by one.
Be a guest who praises wine. Cherish flowers only for old age. Regardless of the autumn cold fragrance. feel
As soon as possible. Every day is full of sadness. Think of the goose in fragrance. No deep remorse spread to both sides.
Swallow it. It's difficult to send a branch to a distant place. People disappeared. Looking at the first floor, I miss my eyes.
The frost in Qiu Qiu in September is over. The red leaves of the withered forest set each other off. Only Dongli Huang Jusheng. lose
Gold powder. The curtains are near Chongyang. It turned cloudy and sunny at dawn. It's light and cold when you give clothes.
Gentle. The new goose is strong and windy. The clouds are going to condense. Here comes the wild goose. There should be a letter from my hometown.
In September, Chongyang arrived again. East hedge chrysanthemum puts small money. Worry before the wind blows the moon. who
Laugh. Wuniang practices waist-closing. Ai Banxuan has no intention to sweep more. Is it idle to rely on the aperture?
Look at that. I want to go to nanyun xinyan road. Take a break. Look for Iraqi consumption when you come.