The cold is all over the building.
Worried about the falling moon,
Look at the horizon.
Fanxing ordered a dress,
I feel blue at night.
Looking back, whispering,
Tears flowed into two lines.
On the other side of the flower,
Hope is sweet.
It's dark green,
I only blame Tang Qiu.
1. Who do you miss? After laughing, my face was full of tears. ....
2. Who was left behind by that touch of Spring and Autumn?
3. The faint flowers are happy, and the loneliest one is Ling Tongyu. Sad and sad, but wake up in a dream.
The most is the full moon, one kind of tears and two kinds of sighs.
Scared, scarred, as white as silver frost.
When the rain stops, the wind shadows stay cold.
A little flower knows,
Sleepless at night,
The Iraqi people are heartbroken,
Yu Yan leaned against the empty boudoir.
It's a full moon again,
But people have changed.
Crime of flower happiness,
As usual,
Don't understand human feelings.
Slight sadness.
Chrysanthemum embroidery on the other side,
The clothes are thorough,
Pearl baiyulou
The sleeves are full.
Frown slightly,
Yan yanou,
Qing Feng Ming Hou Ting,
Looking forward to it.
Lonely flowers without notes,
Pour out tears,
Don't feel lonely and sad.
Mourn for Chu.
Flowers are speechless,
Tears welled up,
A faint smell of father's music,
Bittersweet
I wrote it all myself.