Don Dai Shulun
High-rise buildings meet the bright moon, and the heartbroken fairy lang is separated by one year.
Zi Xiao Xiao is silent, sitting alone in the Yao window.
Shen Yan, a fish, traveled around the world and began to believe in the separation of human beings.
Hate the gums full of jade, hate the golden hairpin and phoenix stocks.
The well is deep and the pulley is short, so the day of homesickness should be slowed down.
Reconnect the knife to water and water, and constantly swing the blade to cut the feelings.
Love runs around, and a little heart dies for you.
I would like to be a Wushan cloud and fly into the fairy dream.
Magpie fairy
Qin Guan in Northern Song Dynasty
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Married
Song? Su Wu
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
Recruiters look at the road and the night.
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
BuOperator, lovesickness is as deep as the sea.
Song? Wan Le
Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder.
If you want to see it for no reason, it's hard to fight. If there is no fate in the last life, we will meet again and bless the next life.
Chang 'an Sauvignon Blanc
Don? Lipper
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Like a single flower, with the cloud as the center, there is a high sky in the world. Below, I see the green and the agitation of water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .