The pale moon bent down and hooked it.
The night is too long to freeze into frost.
Who is cold and desperate in the attic?
The rain patted the scarlet window.
All my life, I was blown to paper by the wind.
Dreams become a wisp of incense in the distance.
Drift your face with the wind.
The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.
Your smile turned yellow.
My heart is broken and my heart is lying quietly.
It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.
Your shadow has been cutting.
Leave me alone on the lake.
When night falls, flowers are in full bloom.
In a withered world, fate is unbearable.
Don't worry about crossing the river and splitting the autumn heart in half.
I'm afraid you'll never get ashore and keep shaking.
Whose hooves are crazy?
My uniform roared through the vicissitudes of life
The sky is slightly bright, and you sigh gently.
A night of melancholy is so euphemistic.
The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.
Your smile turned yellow.
My heart is broken and my heart is lying quietly.
It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.
Your shadow has been cutting.
Leave me alone on the lake.
The ground was covered with dismembered chrysanthemums.
Your smile turned yellow.
My heart is broken and my heart is lying quietly.
It's still early for the north wind to mess up the night.
Your shadow has been cutting.
Leave me alone on the lake.
The outline of common embryos is blue and white.
Brush strokes change from thick to light.
Peony depicted on the bottle
Just like the first time you put on makeup
Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.
I know my heart.
The pen on the rice paper is half here.
Glaze rendering of ladies' paintings
Charm is hidden.
You smile.
be in germ
Your beauty is drifting away.
Go where I can't go
Sky blue and other misty rain
I'm waiting for you
Smoke billowed from the kitchen stove.
A river that spans thousands of miles
Han Li imitation is ordered at the bottom of the bottle.
The elegance of the previous dynasty
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
Sky blue and other misty rain
I'm waiting for you
The moonlight was salvaged.
A dizzying ending
Such as blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times.
Self-care beauty
There's a smile in your eyes
Koi fish with white and blue flowers.
Jump to the bottom of the bowl
When copying the song dynasty.
But I miss you.
You hide in the kiln.
The secret of the Millennium
Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.
Bananas outside the curtains caused a shower.
The knocker causes patina.
I passed by Jiangnan
This town pissed you off.
In splash-ink landscape painting
You are hidden in the depths of ink.
I stood by the window alone, and I was behind the door.
Pretending not to have been to the old place is lonelier than revisiting it.
The candlelight waking up in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me for drifting in the pot.
It's hard to get into the throat when wandering. After you left, the wine was warm and the memories were light.
The water flows eastward. How could time steal flowers and mature once, but I missed it?
Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?
The years when the wall peeled off when I was a child.
I still remember that we were very young that year, and now the sound of the piano is faint.
You haven't heard of my waiting.
Who will play an answer directly on the pipa again?
Maple leaves dyed the story, and I saw through the ending.
I'll take you across the old road outside the fence.
Even breaking up is silent in the years without grass.
A sad lamp stands alone in front of the window, and I am behind the door.
Pretending not to have been to the old place is lonelier than revisiting it.
The candlelight waking up in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me for drifting in the pot.
It's hard to get into the throat when wandering. After you left, the wine was warm and the memories were light.
The water flows eastward. How could time steal flowers and mature once, but I missed it?
Who plays a straight answer on the pipa?
The years when the wall peeled off when I was a child.
I still remember that we were very young that year, and now the sound of the piano is faint.
You haven't heard of my waiting.
Who will play an answer directly on the pipa again?
Maple leaves dyed the story, and I saw through the ending.
I'll take you across the old road outside the fence.
Even breaking up is silent in the years without grass.