His people are nearby, but his room is far away.
If you don't miss me, is there no one else?
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop and this hatred end? I hope your heart is the same as mine, you won't bear it, you will miss it.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
The grandson of the prince is gone forever, and the spring grass grows.
Hating you is not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, only each other. Hate you like Jiang Yue. When it is full, it is still a loss. When it is full, it is still a loss. How long will the reunion last?
A generation of two people for a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy, lovesickness is not blind date, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you drink Oxford, you will forget poverty relatively.
If you have a beautiful woman, you will never forget her. If you don't see her for a day, you will go crazy.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
Zhu Jian thinks in succession, looking haggard and fragmented. If you don't believe me, you will cry. Open the box and take the pomegranate skirt.
Small print means business is average.
Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I can't write gradually, because I am deeply in this situation, and the red note is colorless.
The past suddenly vanished. Don't cross the West Garden, Lingbo Xiang will cut off the moss money. Swallows don't know how to change in spring, so they put on a swing.
How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long.
Acacia bitter, acacia bitter, heartbroken, unknown.
This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.
Fortunately, the door was ajar and the sun was setting. Tears for your last spring.
At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
After a long walk, I suddenly miss Mei Zhi.
The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Gentleman's service is unknown.
From the beginning, the head was like a flying canopy.
Picking hibiscus in the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass, who wants to stay, thinking from afar. Still looking back at my hometown, the long road is vast, living alone, sad to death.
There are strange trees in the courtyard, and the green leaves are full of flowers. If you climb a crossbar and break its brilliance, you will think of it. The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long. This thing is not a tribute, but it feels different.
Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. When you leave home alone, who should you sue if you are worried? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
After parting, I remember meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times.
Xiao Niang's face is thinner than tears, and Liu Changyi is sad. The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
I know what it's like to be alone. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
Roll a light cream on the curtain in the morning, and try plum makeup by hand. All fate has its own grievances, so painting is far away. Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt. It is the most heartbreaking thing to fold the song before laughing.
Sadness is not sadness, but parting, joy is not joy, and I have made new friends.
And the news was lost in the White Wolf River. The autumn night in Red Phoenix here is long. Who are you worried about? I can't see you alone, and the empty moon shines yellow.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building. Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan can't fly all the time, but ichthyosaurs dive. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and 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 trees are full of rivers.
It's awkward to meet at this time.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
Love became thin when it was strong, and now I really regret it. Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
After a brief encounter, the east wind rises and a hundred flowers blossom. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
The ends of the earth are poor and white, only endless lovesickness.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Ruthless is not as sentimental and bitter as an inch.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
I hope to win a heart and never give up.
I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night.
It's hard to stay in an empty bed without going home.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an. Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror. High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper, watching the moon sigh. Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds. There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water. The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? . Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
The road is blocked and long, and it is safe to meet.
V Zhou Yue tonight, watching it from her bedroom window alone. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.