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.
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.
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.
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.
They are all songs that Nalan likes. Xin Qiji is also recommended. In fact, every capital is a classic. I hope you can find a bosom friend.