1, drip empty and drain the rain one step at a time. All the way to Yancheng is full of drums. A shallow dream came into being and was blown away by the east wind. There is no evidence. There is no evidence. Han hung down and inclined.
The wind was beating against the awning window, and it was raining in Mao Mao. It's hard to get rid of the haze, but you have to think, recite poems and write lyrics. Looking west at Huaiyang, where are you going today? Looking forward to a letter, I took my glass and asked the boatman for a number. The boatman said at the beginning that there was an arms war.
2. The bead curtain is four rolls of the moon. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
The patter of rain at night, ticking out a cold autumn day, just shed deep thoughts in my heart. You must cherish yourself and protect your elegant charm. Who the hell are you sick of? Who are you so shy about?
The cherished mind never stops, and the desire in the heart is difficult to realize. I rolled up the bead curtain around and let the moonlight fill the small building. Memories of the days together are really like a beautiful dream. Even if it is a dream, I will try to keep it.
3, people who don't care don't like to hear, and they go down the empty steps to the Ming Dynasty.
Time and time again, the sound of raindrops and drums, the banana in the rain outside the window and the oil lamp in the house all seem to become sentimental and comfort me lonely. Good dreams are hard to dream, and the heart is hard to calm down. The rain outside the window keeps falling whether the sad people like it or not, and the raindrops don't stop until dawn.