Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth? I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights. Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells. Only take the setting sun upstairs, and the rest are quiet. A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn. Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen. The small garden is quiet and quiet, and the hedges are winding like home in the mountains. During the day, I sang for a long time, and suddenly I heard the green yarn ringing. Add bamboo stone, accompanied by haze. I plan to raise a glass to comfort the years. Take a rest in this life and plant flowers for spring. Empty mountains are quiet, and water and moon are dark. 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, reflecting a touch of Lin Hai. 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. Two years old in this life, who will lie and who will wander? I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote? Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture. This is an empty place. Dancing in the west wind. Bai Niao began to fly, the leaves were in chaos, and people talked intermittently. A single refutation of Rainy Night in Autumn. The wind blows to Yue Nv. The faint crow remembered the sound of the broken pulley. How much Boshan emotion.
Zhao Jun complained that the rain was wet at dusk, and he was 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. The wind blows and the rain blows. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain. Silk rain, like clouds, dust and water, broke the Wu Palace. Flowers are cold and warm to avoid the east wind, cold and pity are easy to disperse, and swallows learn to cuddle red. People say that illness will decrease with the month, but it is actually the same as spring. In May, I left butterflies holding flowers, but I didn't see Shuang Meng's shadow, and I laughed at apricot bunches. Jiuquan Thanksgiving tea, the moon is like water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early. The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.