My heart is like autumn rain, dripping and fluttering. Stop at the window, listen, the breeze whispers, gentle as a pillow. The yellow on the ground is an irreparable sadness.
By the river, beside the red embankment, the clear water is rippling. Fishing along the river, not for fish, just to see the river flowing and the maple flowers flying. Maple flowers dance and take away this sadness.
At the end of the day, plant a tree to bury the melancholy of a place; On the shore of the sea, tie a mixed silk to wrap up the beautiful past. Memory, embedded in the bottom of my heart, was gently erased.
Pan-leaf boat, full of feelings; A wisp of breeze comes, I miss you, acacia condenses into red beans, and the bright moon breeze sends me away.
Misty rain, dim lights, slightly painted buildings, ancient garden tour, picking fragrant flowers, fragrant grass to add new worries. The breeze invited Wen to talk about pen pals, write poems and drink, and watch the sunset get drunk.
The rain is clear, there are countless ripples, and the autumn wind blows a pool of blue waves. Bibo smiled, stopped and stared, intoxicated.
After sunset, you can see the rolling clouds in the sky and the fairy fog on the hillside. Take a sip of light tea, and the fragrance will smell fragrant.
Prosperity is exhausted, lead clouds are washed away, and dreams are empty; On the Yellow Crane Tower, white clouds are fluttering, and I am crazy. Turning around and looking back, it was all gone.
The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where are the clouds in the dream? It participated in tang style's Song and Rain. Full of smoke and water, lightly touching the moon in the water, smiling at the flowers in the mirror. The moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.
Singing to the moon, painting clouds, lingering breeze, a plum blossom autumn water Yao; The piano wind came late, the blue lights shook, the lights faded, and the incomprehensible homesickness.
The tired bird was disappointed, looked at the sparse stars and asked Tai Tai, how was the evening? But I only heard Du Fu say, "It's better to go home!"
Violets under the moon, naive into the mortal world, lanterns according to the heart; Life is short, there are many sad things, and tears fall in the autumn wind. Maple leaves burn in autumn, when is the human fur warm?
Singing in a low voice, listening to a song "Falling Flowers", scooping up a handful of moonlight and playing cold incense with a pillow, listening to this song's prosperity and moonlight lingering, * * * will last forever.
Time flies like a cloud; Years are like fallen leaves, drifting away; Looking back sadly, thousands of thoughts. Life is like a dream. When you wake up, you are silent.