The moon is alone on the pillow and sleepless during the day, wandering around the dark curtain. Acacia is bitter and the wine is empty, leaving resentment, and babbled words recalling dreams and pity.
The pear blossoms and begonias have lasted for a thousand years, and I want to see through the mulberry field.
Who is it?
Watching with a piece of paper and lovesickness?
I have no sleep tonight. I write and recall Qing Huan and ask who sent it?
One sentence of rain and dew, three thousand pagodas.
A bank of frost, who dyes it?
One leaf of cloud, three thousand waves of smoke.
A glimpse of autumn, a few frames of old images.
One fragrant tuberose, three thousand dreams gone.
A fleeting moment, a song of sunset.
Who is captivated by the clear eyes?
With the promise of the end of the world, who can provoke the lovesick dreamer?
A screen of red umbrella, who is watching over the reincarnations of the world?
Broken Bridge Love Umbrella, who is babbling on the journey through this world?
Fangluopa, who wrote the souvenir? How many years have you been in love?
Open the window lightly; how deep the love is, quietly smell the thoughts, and send dreams among the flowers..
One note, one ink, long and long
A pile of flowers Language, boiling love
I am in a dream, where are you?
Tonight is paved with beauty and lingering memories
I have fixed the beauty in my unfailing heart
Quietly admiring the flowers blooming and falling in my dreams
Keeping that faint promise alone.
Tonight the wind blows
It disturbs the mood of the dream chaser
The memories that roll up the curtain...
Listen to the sorrow Snow, I want to cry without tears
A very appropriate note falls in my heart
The constant lovesickness drowns the tears in my heart
Moistening the morning and evening with you Toward
Hesitation in the heart
Anticipation of love
Trembling hands tapping the buttons on the keyboard
Looking forward to the words taking me away Ripples into dreams
Thinking of the past days
Spring is blooming
Butterflies are dancing gracefully
We are flying together
I thought it would last forever
But the cold wind blew away our memories
Standing in the wind
I always felt that I couldn’t help but do the hard work< /p>
Displaced and forgotten myself
That feeling is just like the snow falling in June
How much sadness and resentment are floating in the air
In your sleep Are you okay?
Because I am addicted to the past
I can’t extricate myself
I really want to walk into your dream
But the biting cold wind pulls me I can't move an inch.
July, when the flowers bloom in pinellia
The gurgling water floats, and my longing for you flows slowly
As if one day
p>God arranged for us to pass by each other
Will you recognize me in the crowd?
I believe that we will not pass each other in silence and vicissitudes of life
If we pass each other and can’t feel each other’s hearts trembling
That will be The sadness of my life
Forever drifting alone and falling in the withering years
Without you, I will never be able to pick up my smile
A screen full of falling snow
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Endless desolation
Drops of tears filled with heartache...
No matter where my thoughts go tonight
You are still here In my heart...
Admiring the Milky Way in the sky
Missing like a magpie bridge and flowing water around Aobao
In the grassland where stars are setting in the west
Light a round of longing for the bright moon
Burn endless lingering
Sit and lie down...
The night is romantic, the dream is warm and pure, vividly Eyes...
I remember them forever, leaving kiss marks, like glue and paint...
If I sleep, I don't want to wake up.
If I wake up, I will not sleep.
Miss you...