Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.
Pick mulberry seeds
Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.
Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.
well
It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saves, who saves, from now on.
well
Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.
Meng Jiangnan
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.
The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book.
Endless desire
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.
Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
Mulan Ci
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. What's more, if you are lucky and handsome, you will do it that day.
Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
Nanxiangzi-Forgetting Female Inscription
Tears are more silent, and I no longer regret the fickle feelings of the past. I can't draw with the help of Dan Qing's emphasis on knowledge, Ying Ying, and sadness.
I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind.
Golden Melody Award-Dedicated to Fen Liang
Germany is also crazy. Occasionally in the dust of Beijing, Wuyi family, there is wine but Zhao Zhou soil, who would have this idea,
If you don't believe in the truth, you become bosom friends. Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water.
* * * You must be drunk this night. And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos. Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just scoff. Think about it and repent from the beginning. One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would marry him in my life. But, it's not heavy, you must remember.
Jiangchengzi-an ode to history
The total pressure of wet clouds is low, and the shadows are vague and suspicious. It's not fog or smoke. The goddess can come whenever she wants. If life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream.
Pick mulberry seeds
The moon is affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and now she is laughing at me. Live up to the desire for love, walk alone and sing alone.
Recently, I dare not say what happened in those days. They are all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?
Huanxisha
Wandering is not pitiful, but it is a good time to spend the old season. Heartbroken people have been dead for years.
It rained only a faint red, and a few wisps of soft green were mixed with smoke. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
Qinyuanchun
Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream wore light makeup and plain clothes, holding hands and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.
How can you forget when it is fleeting and unlucky? Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve curved places, with the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Iris-get out of the plug
There is no exact basis for ancient mountains and rivers today. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everywhere is desolate. Who can talk? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. I am deeply in love. The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
Qinyuanchun
Try to look at Yinshan, dumbfounded and speechless. Look at a few clusters of Qingfeng, and go to the genius ruler; Yellow sand is everywhere, and there is no Egypt. Broken leaf city is barren, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the carving is miserable. After a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned to stone and thunder rumbled in the ravine.
The poor are self-sufficient in autumn. Why bother? I hated it all my life. Only desolation, moths to the fire, very happy; Selling rotten grass, the bones are empty. It turns to the river in the north and passes through the barrel handle in the south, with slight frost and premature aging. If you don't believe me, look back at the west wind and feel sad.
Shuilongyin-Title Moon City Map
It should be noted that celebrities are beautiful and generally easy to be sad. Curtin's swan song broke only four strings, and the evil wind blew away. In a foreign land in Wan Li, it is a good thing to live or die. I have hated yellow sand and white grass and curly leaves all my life.
It should be Yao and Taiwan Province's partner, but more, it's the feeling of the Qiu couple. The cold is heavy, and a few lines of tears in the countryside are raining down. Weighing, jade is beautiful for thousands of years, and there is still no owner. Blessed are the freaks, the weather paid, and the silly woman stayed.
Huanxisha
Can draw emblem cold screen. It was already midnight when Meidi fell. Nowhere is the moon bright.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
Meet Huan
Clouds touch distant peaks, and the cold melts like an individual's eyebrows.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.
Meet Huan
Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Worry is infinite, and it's gone. Who knows, teach jade cage parrots to read Lang's poems at leisure.
Zhao junfen
Who cherishes good spring and deep prohibition? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.
Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Zhao junfen
The rain is wet at night, and the willow is tired and worried about the wind. The skinny can't help it, and the meeting is sad.
Don't be emotional. Now is not the time to complain. It's midnight, and the dream must come true.
Jiuquan baby
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh. There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Before returning to the old testament frost, you can send incense notes. It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The wind blows out the furnace smoke, and it is still cold, accompanied by only a lonely shadow. Who is the person who wakes up in the world?
The flowers are hard to meet, the wine is delicious, and the head is scratched. I always have to sleep drunk in my leisure time, for fear that I will still be in front of you when I wake up.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What happened to the sunset near dusk? There is still a soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
I owe you a debt of gratitude for taking care of the flower class. See the chicken and dog on the ladder, and Huang Jiuzhao Chyi Chin * * * mud plow.
Thin and crazy, looks stupid and fat, and is judged to be stupid and fat. It is better to laugh at his illness and poverty than to be a vassal.
Jiangnan Memory-Sushuanglin Temple
When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.
Shake it back and blow it clearly. The leaves of the golden well are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city.
Dreamed of the south bank
Jiang Nanyi, Aunt Luan experienced this. A handful of rouge is blue, and the walls of the pavilion are red. The news is that there are many winds in summer.
Dreamed of the south bank
Spring goes and spring comes, and people are painting the east of the building. Grass sticks to the horizon, falling flowers and red celery water bow three times. What a scene * * * Who's with you?
A butterfly in love with flowers
Bleak Lancheng looks old, afraid of feelings, and does not make pity sentences. The tears in the pavilion lean on the flowers, and the fragrance floats as far as I know.
Back to Old Yue Ming Road, the cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is bitter than Qiulian. Hugh said, if you live in flowers, people who love flowers will go to spend without owners.
Subtract Mulan
There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.
Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
Queqiaoxian
The building is empty and the shadow pool is cold, and the festival is only for sorrow. Ding Ning didn't expose Mr. Luo's clothes, remembering that his hands were sewn.
The lotus is pink, the diamond is blue and the stars are empty. I came to the dream with my own hands, believing that there is nothing wrong with heaven and earth.
Huatangchun
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
lotus leaf cup
Confidant. who is it? It's over. Won and missed his life. Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly.
Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night. Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.
Double-sky sedan chair
Make wine again, and fold the willow before the wind. If you ask the mood of looking at flowers, it seems to be the same day, how can you win?
Don't be thin for the west wind, you will often scratch your head. Since ancient times, the sky has been arranged.
Nangezi
The ancient garrison was hungry and the wild city flew. When the fire is robbed and the ashes remain, try to see the hero's game-writing protocol, full of dragons.
The jade account is separated from the base, and the golden armor has stopped blowing. Looking back at the east wind, it is all wrong. If you don't do it, you will be desperate.
Langtaosha-Wanghai
A mirage is half hidden, and the waves roar. As a general, I will make a fool of myself. After bathing in the sun and moon, I want to go for a ride.
Did you catch six dragons? The pole grazed the coral. Sang Tianqing asked Ma Gu. Shui Piao receives water every day. Is that a kettle?
within walking distance
The horse's head looks at the green hills, which is so prosperous. Again, stop smoking and fade grass, and recognize the inscription on the moss.
Don't look for a broken halberd. In those days, you only shed tears of autumn sadness. I went hunting and riding in Xinfeng on a sunny day under the Ming Tombs.
Nanlouling-Chongjiu outside the Great Wall
Ancient wood is autumn to people, and the shock is strong. It's double ninth festival, so where can you worry? I remember the melancholy thing that year. When it was stormy, I went down to the south building.
How many dreams can you have? Sweet souls will cry. It's strange that cicadas are cold and empty. When I was in first frost, I couldn't sleep, but I wanted to come up with an old romance.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The fluttering canopy only turns around unexpectedly, and pedestrians walk through smoke and light. Immediately recognize the river, Maoling stormy autumn.
Solitary temple lock, Bai Fan glazed fire. The geese and the palace crow, and the mountains are deep and easy to lean.
Twisted rope
Wildfire blows the clouds slightly green, and the west wind cries at night. The vast wild goose wings are in the autumn sky, remember to write the song of Xiang Heping Mountain.
The mountains and seas have been turned over several times. The female wall is inclined. It seems that we have made great efforts. After all, who was it built for?
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
The sound of the horn wailed and the moon was taken away. In the past, China New Year was like an electrical switch, and it was forbidden to leave Christine.
A whip brushed away the pale yellow dust and wandered in the shadows. Mo Yi recalled today last year and returned from the Ming Tombs.
Film-banana
The place where the curtains are rolled is far from the shadow of emerald, and it is covered around the eaves. Small vertical blowing skirt, often accompanied by spring casual, set off embroidered bed. A bunch of hearts are hard to show, wrapped in clear tears, and gathered every other year. It's late at night. Listen carefully to the empty raindrops. The dream is groundless.
This is Qiu Lai's loneliness. His voice is a little loud, so it is difficult to help others. Valeriana was wide awake after her first cold, and her pestle was broken. The west wind fell to the ground, leaving so many green leaves. I want to be a jade man and a dewdrop. I once wrote a heartbreaking sentence.
The first branch of the east wind-peach blossom
The east wind is thin and bad, it rains at night, and the courtyard is still morning. Affectionate past Cui Lang, should sigh last year's appearance. When the curtain first rolled up, I lost it early, painting a beam and living a swallow. The most charming person, Qing Xiaoying, flew away and trembled.
The fruit in the back of the mountain ends at dusk. I want to watch the sunset alone. She moved to Gao Ting with dizzy eyebrows and blue eyes. More than five storms, no more, no less, a line of spring. Leaning against the Li wall to provoke gossamer, it is difficult to distinguish the crimson floor last night.
Wang Haichao-Zhu Bao Cave
Desert wind and rain, cold tobacco rot, ups and downs everywhere. White sky mountains and clear skies in Wan Li at night are not bleak at all. The past is the most painful, thinking of bronze camel lane and the scenery of Jingu. Several places are out of the palace, and this boy is still herding cattle and sheep.
The desert is covered with yellow sand, with a row of mulberry stems and snow sculptures. A smoke, a dream rain, endure to watch the sunset in the forest. Returning to the geese for two or three rows, I saw clouds and low water, and iron rode on barren hills. Monks eat dusk, pine doors cool the moon and blow clothes.
Jin Ju vs Furong-Shangyuan
Golden duck disappears fragrance, silver shovel pours water, and flute flies at night. Snow in the forest, Yuanyang crystal clear. Fish dragon dance, fragrant car, leaving Wu Ling to cover the front sleeve. Wandering like a dream, now it's empty, and the lights are burned out.
It's hard to recall the past. Sighing at the bridge of fire trees and stars, looking back. However, nine-year-old Yanyue is still in a cage. Chutian District was frightened by the bonfire and asked if it was possible to take a look at Jiangcheng tonight. Small window residual wine, dim light, not autistic.
Royal flowers and plants-Chongyang night
Late autumn is better than spring, and I love Leng Xiang deeply. There are six small Pingshan in Zhulou, which is a bit dusty and lonely. As soon as cigarettes are sold, people dream and insects break. He insists on pleasure, but he is always in no mood.
Looking back on that year, I enjoyed my wrist red and looked forward to it. What's going on now? I'm afraid of singing and dancing. Corn is cold, there are rewards, and it is exposed in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Sigh its bleak, why make a fuss.
Romantic son-autumn suburban chronicle
The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.
Fishing-watching the rain in the afternoon
The sky is full of scars, half a pole is soft and green, and there are countless leaves on the top of the pu. The balcony was foggy and dark, and Bai Niao wanted to dance with a fish in his mouth. Hongqiao Road, Zhengyi School, boat painting, flute and drum. Oh, it's dumb and soft. I painted a new lotus early, and suddenly I turned around along the embankment and broke through.
Jane Suzhu does not diminish the depth of Xiaoxiang. It's like a tear of Jiao Ren, and it's like a tribute to Miluo. Sorrow is difficult to compose, only the colorful thread and fragrant pulse will last forever. Don't say anything sad, remember the flag pavilion that day, the water disappeared, and Chinese wine blocked the wind.
Tune the tune with water-Xishan map in autumn
Empty mountains are quiet, and the water is heavy. When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade. At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined and the forest was sparse. On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.
Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river. Who knows how to lie and wander in this life? I plan to go home by the wind and look back at Huai' an by mistake. When did I win the first prize? Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture.
Melody of water-Yueyang tower map
Sunset and lake, Yueyang ancient city. Deng is a semi-mobile, and his title is vivid. I wanted to ask where I was, but I saw microwave leaves and several clusters of fish. How much parting hate, sad geese leave the front yard.
It's best if it rains suddenly, and it's best if the moon clears up. There are countless treasures in the world, but they are not empty. Light ink is different, and beauty brings out nine doubts. Just like a foggy night, the drum is played by an old elf.
Golden melody-in memory of a dead woman
When did this hatred ever happen? Empty step, cold rain break, flower burial weather. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. I also hope that the world is tasteless, unlike the dust at night, which is deserted and buried. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If Chongquan has Pisces, it is good to know him, who he has been suffering from and who he is relying on. I turned from the end of the night to the other side, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. I'm afraid that both of us will have a hard time and then be left out in the cold. Clear tears, confetti.
Golden Luqu-simple bean jelly
I shed endless tears, not because he and Joan Lou were lonely and came to the world by mistake. How blessed are the channel idiots, who are born with wisdom. Don't be tired any more. Why not be an official like a broken stalk? Only generals and voices bark at the group. Heaven wants to ask, and rest.
I judge myself to be haggard. Go to Ding Ning, where the fragrance flows easily, while the jade flows lightly. Envy to kill the guests in the world of mortals, blindly lead a drunken life. Song cried again, guess what it means. Wu, who has not survived, is intervening in the present and future. You know me, Fen Liang.
Jinlv district
Film in the book. With frost, high and low, powder and fat are sent. Don't be too charming, red candle cries. Ice cocoons float lightly on the bright moon. It's just a portrayal of the flower god, splashing ink, light ink and no depth. Hold the element barrier and show it in the dark.
The residue is over-covered and over-exposed. In contrast, the hibiscus blooms and the crane feathers are silver flat. But it's comforting to be white. You are a floating dog. Dust separates, soft red thief. The curtain is westerly, which makes people sleepless, clear and willing to cherish books. Take a break before you cut it.
Golden melody-comfort the west
What increases sadness? However, he and the weather can do it, so don't teach him how to grind nirvana. Every time you are frustrated, you will be frustrated. You know, blessings are just folds. A man was lying on a bed watching Beidou, and his back was blown bloody by Gao Cheng and the Jade Emperor. Listen to the drums more thoroughly.
My husband refused to cook with five lakes at leisure because people were hot. Tears, like Qiu Lin's endless waving, spilled on the wild yellow butterfly. Do not envy, inherit the class. The clue of car dust is not busy, and the west wind blows in Leng Yue. Xiao Temple, flowers are like snow.
Qinyuanchun-Dai mourning
Is it right or wrong to dream coldly but look at Shanshan? Melancholy cream dye powder, still leave rhinoceros; Gold mud embroidery, empty cover cicada yarn. The shadow is weak and difficult to hold, and the edge is deep and temporarily separated. Just leave the sadness and stagnate the sea. Come back, while the stars are still full, the soul is in the pear garden.
Luan Jiao continued to play the pipa and asked if it was accessible. The sepals were blue that day. But unprovoked destruction, evil through the wind and waves; It is better to scatter the dust. The most unforgettable, charming typo, hand-cut silver lamp self-splashing tea. Now that I'm gone, I'll see you again in my account. Just like an Iraqi family.
Wet with blue mourning clothes
Blue is soaked to the skin. Comfort me with kindness and forget with forbearance. Half a month ago, I was sick, and the sound of scissors was still in the silver jar. Remembering life, fearing the sky. Up to now, it is cold and desolate to be alone with Lihua Ying. May the soul know the way and teach you to find your dream and return to the monastery.
The difference between an arrow and a jade hook leads to an oblique road, which is generally easy to digest. Sentenced to wake up from a long sleep, clear tears, stir in pepper paste. I am afraid of the deep spring, and I am still sorry for you. Taoist scholars should sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and then stop worrying and complaining. Hard to move, soft-hearted.
Dongfengli
Electric shock is a natural misfortune, and there are tears. Playing is always boring. I want to hate for many years, and I have done my best to hate. With whom, a sad day, according to Joan Xiao.
The past is far away, and a few empty photos are sold in front of the window. Old love and new dreams, red bridge and wild teeth. It is the time when the lamp is lit, and Yichun steamed bun wine warms Pu Tao. Desolation, five branches of sapphire, wind and rain fluttering.
Daan-send it to Fen Liang.
Just a stove of cigarettes, a window and a month ruined Zhu Yan. Glory is still in my eyes. It's strange to blow it for no reason. It's a little dusty. Twisting branches with hands, pondering the past, it seems that there is no basis in previous lives. Who sent Li Hong? I miss the end of the world. It's tragic. It will damage Wuling, and crying will touch Shu paper. Who will give it * * *?
There was nothing wrong at that time, and it was a good month and was envied by God. If you are sure of money, you will return to Yan in the spring. Say it and start from scratch. Try to teach him and you will be able to speak. A thousand years away from the soul, a partial dream, Leng Xiang haunts. I just heard, Cheng Tougu. What are the benefits of acacia? Waiting for the afterlife, I also wish you well.
Xiaoxiang Jade-Send Xiqiao to Cixi
It rained all night in Chang 'an, adding a bit of autumn scenery. Nairu is depressed and listens for no reason, the Acropolis bagpipes. I can't stay in a city only a stone's throw away, but I have forgotten it for a long time. I am here to remember it. Feng Dan, an egret, is drifting away, far away.
Sad and lonely. What happened in Qian Lou that day, and how did the main celebrities get rid of it? The donkey wearing a soap hat, the afterglow of the west wind, is tired of swimming. Twenty years later, Jiangnan is still underdeveloped, and it is hard to find a person or a bosom friend. You should love wine, write poetry, the lake is safe and sound, and you will lose a hat.
Water Dragon Hidden-Send Sun You Back to the South
Life is like a dream, but it is at the top of the golden mountain. Bai Bo died in the East, singing birds and flowers, and left him at sunset. Don't smell like alcohol, just give up interest and send you home. Foggy, half sail and the moon. Looking back, I miss you.
Can recall Chai Men deep pass. The jade rope is low, and the lights whisper at night. If you don't live like this, you'd better not meet each other. Worry about the west porch, dark leaves on the wall of Li, and wind and rain at dusk. What's more, there are several golden horses to help desolation.
Shanghai Tang-June Central Plains Great Wall
Yuan Ye's fire burned to the ground, sighing the heroic soul, and then the soul rested in peace. At the end of ancient times, I asked the east wind, and it was cold and hot several times. Shockingly, it was mid-January again.
Sorrow is sadness at parting. Waste thoughtfully, thousands of miles * * * bright moon. The cold mandarin duck is the most unforgettable lotus leaf on the ground. Qingluan, blue sky, sea of clouds, absolute silence.
Taicheng Road-Tanabata outside the Great Wall
In the early autumn of Hebei White Wolf, the Star Bridge welcomes the river drum. Clearing the leakage and frequency shift, Wei Yun wants to get wet, which is a golden wind and jade dew. Two eyebrows are sad. I will wait until I step on the elm flower, and then I will sue. I'm afraid to meet again, but looking at each other makes me speechless.
Countless people in the world, before the melon and fruit feast, it was frozen. After all, where is the wind? Living in a good home is not empty, and Leng Xiang is comfortable. Tonight, Sun Tian, people laugh and worry so much.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Snow turns crows, river ice leaps horses, and wind blows dragon stakes. It's always sad to cry at night. Dancing until midnight, where there is no one, there are village chickens. Only should be a sound, shining golden dark clap your hands, tears wet clothes.
You know, today's ancient events have chess wins and chess losses. It's touching to sigh, but it's wrong to look back. There are only a few lines left in the history of history, and the sunset has broken all the relics. Time * * *, confused with the river, when will it flow back?
Man Jiang Hong
Represents the north and the south, and should not be separated. Who misses who, rouge mountain, sad autumn sky. The station is suddenly shocked and wet, and lonely sleep is the most precious and fragrant. It's dark at night, and the crow is definitely the fourth watch, and its voice is also rising.
Wishful dream, the words written by the red note temporarily against one's will. Say goodbye, I don't care, Dongtanggui.
Man Jiang Hong
I want to ask why you set off such a violent hurricane on the Fengshen list. After all, it is not the spring in the south, and the flowers bloom and fall, which makes you jealous. No, Jiangnan has a good spring and is jealous of the weather. When the leaves are blown by the wind, the returning crow can't recognize its perch, the ribbon hanging from the scroll and the frightened swallow. Why doesn't God give some pity to the sad people, but let the wind blow them?
I just fell asleep in front of the lamp and was suddenly awakened by the strong wind. Listening to half a salary makes me drunk. It suddenly occurred to me that my lover, who is far away from home, is listening to the sound of the raging wind at the moment. I hope her green screen can keep the windshield out and not blow away the graffiti screen. Only shadows leave their souls in the autumn sky by candlelight. There's no point in following him all the time, Piaofen and Xiangxiang.