1, the dew is far away, and the wind blows several leaves together. Sounds like people, each living in a branch.
2, solo cicada early ancient branches, it is sad and intermittent. After the rain, I suddenly heard who suffered the most, and I was homesick in a lonely house in a foreign land.
3. The rotten willow cicada sings the muddy river next to it, just like the horn of the sunset. There is less sadness when you are ordinary, and more sadness when you hear it.
4. In the muddy shape, the wings will turn over. Qiu Lai has no leisure, he has been engaged in cold stem.
5, hanging down to drink clear dew, flowing out of sparse tung. Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind.
6. The pure heart is hungry because of this, and you sing in vain all night. Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! .
7. Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds. I thank you for your sincere advice and live a pure life like you.
8, the first sad, the dragon is a guest. Those once feelings, last year, where to sing.
9. Listen carefully to the aftertaste and look back at the old sound. Whose tree is intermittent, and the cool wind sends you away.
10, I have never forgotten the merits of heaven and earth. I borrowed your voice from you, and the scenery is so full. I should forget when I was muddy.
1 1. The cicada in the tall tree enters the sunset, worrying not only about me but also about you. When I have nothing to do, I don't seem to smell it every time.
12, only expelling wind, all positive vitamins. What is the clearness of a belly, and the thinness of double feathers is even less.
13, exchange mink gold for wine and draw a bird map. Fear is a thousand-year-old hatred, which makes the sunset roar.
14, noisy Liu Minghua stayed up late, I don't know why I love sad autumn. Zhumen has a long chanting sound, right next to the sad people, sending them sorrow.
15, cicada sings ancient locust branches at the beginning, and it is sad and intermittent. After the rain, I suddenly heard who suffered the most, and I was homesick in a lonely house in a foreign land. The rotten willow cicada sings the muddy river next to it, just like the horn of the sun ringing. There is less sadness when you are ordinary, and more sadness when you hear it.