The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.
Sang Yu, don't be late, because there are still clouds all over the sky.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave the sunset among the flowers.
When will the sunset come back? Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu.
Gu Teng old trees faint crow, small bridges flowing water, ancient roads and fine horses, the sun sets, heartbroken people all over the world.
The flat forest is vast and smoky, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.
Cool night, moonlight in bloom, I miss the shadow of Louyuyao store, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.
Attach two favorite songs.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are in no mood, missing the place and the blue boat.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.
The white clouds have gone, and the green maple is sad.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.
In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.