The temples are spots, the cold and warm are not related, Spring and autumn several times of change, and the years have passed and tears.
There are many feelings in the spring and autumn, and the years are wasted, and the cold, warm, joy and sorrow in the world are said.
The temples are dyed with frost, and the vicissitudes of life in spring and autumn are the joys and sorrows of each other, and the cold and cold paths of the world are short and long.
Two little girls are old together, when will the cold and warm people stop, and the vicissitudes of spring, autumn, winter and summer are allowed to stay.
The yellow dust rolls over the autumn wind and frost on the ground. Don’t forget the cold and cold weather.
The world is far away, my heart is idle, and the autumn wind still laughs in the world.
The flames of the sky are like a craziest fire, the birds are forgotten, the autumn wind cannot relieve the fragrance of yellow flowers on the ground.
Dark falls Swallowwood , yellow leaves drift in the world, how many things are happening in the cool world.
The ground is yellow, the autumn wind is bleak, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the hot summer is forever forgotten.
Forget each other's rivers and lakes are long, the cool world is almost vicissitudes, the autumn wind does not dissipate, and the fragrance of yellow flowers blows down the ground.
0 The heat is strong, I forget each other and calmly, blow off the leaves of the sycamore tree, Yellow Crane Tower An old pine in front of the front.
One night, the autumn wind is covered with frost, the fallen leaves of thousands of mountains are dyed golden, and it is hard to forget each other when the sun shines on my hometown.
Foot to the top of Chutian, the autumn wind sends me to Jiangnan, the flames of the sun are like fire, and it is my hometown.
Forget each other's world for decades, the autumn wind is unresolved and the conflicts are falling all over the sky.
The flames of the sky are like fire demons, I forget things and I don’t understand the world, and yellow flowers fall all over the slope overnight.
The bleak smoke rose, looking at the distant sky at the top of the building, forgetting each other's world in a flash.
will not fight with the flowers, the autumn wind will bring you a faint fragrance, and the scorching summer will be forgotten in the world.
twelve, there is no way to rely on it, the autumn wind blows and drifts away again.
The hot weather is unbearable, the temples of the rivers and lakes are frosted, and the autumn wind is all over the yellow chrysanthemums.
The ground is cool everywhere, the red leaves are dyed golden, the two are forgotten on earth and heaven, and the world is cold and busy.
Everyone is busy with the cold and cold ends of the world, and the autumn wind is all over the yellow chrysanthemums.
The sun is like a hot heart, the temples are frosty, and the autumn wind is all over the yellow chrysanthemums.
The bleak geese return south, flowers and yellow fly all over the ground, forgetting each other's world in the world.
rushes to the water and reaches Xiaoxiang, and the flames of the sun are inseparable from each other and forget them in the distance.
After a long time, we forgot each other. The hot and hot night is not yet close, and the autumn wind cannot dissolve the leaves of the sycamore tree are yellow again.
shines on the mountains and rivers, the rivers and lakes never count, the autumn wind blows the fallen leaves overnight, and the yellow flowers still smile at the sky.
is still home. When you wake up, you don’t feel tears in your clothes. Three cups of turbid wine bring coolness to the evening.
The heat gradually fades away and the coolness is strong. When you have nothing to do, talk about the autumn wind. The green mountains are drunk before the elderly are old, and the moon is bright in the hometown.
Heroes talk about it for a long time, the country has changed its owner and died before it becomes established, and a loyal heart is returned to the hometown.
is heartbroken, the bright moon in my hometown shines on other places, like a water man can't sleep, and I'm alone talking to the screen.
One night the autumn wind came to my hometown, the green mountains have not changed to their old makeup, don’t talk about the past when we meet, just say that the moon is cool tonight.
Bloody and bloody winds, the world is cool, the righteous words on earth are vicissitudes, and the ambitions and loyalty are not fulfilled to repay the hometown.
Chapter 0 Let’s go from place to place, the night rain is cool, we meet before we grow old, and the bright moon in our hometown is in the sky.
The night is long, the bright moon shines on the west window of my hometown, the dew is cold and the people cannot sleep, and they drink and talk about a well-off life.
In the misty rain, the old appearance has not been changed. A cup of turbid wine talks about the present and the present, and a half cup of herbal tea talks about wealth and poverty.
The autumn rain in Xiaoxiang is getting colder at night, and the wine talks about the vicissitudes of life, and the green mountains are still vaguely the hometown.
I can’t sleep in the middle of the night and my heart is even colder. I still return to my hometown without saying anything.
The willow branches have not arrived, and the people in my hometown do not return. The night rain stopped drinking and talked about sadness.
The bright moon shines on the way back, and I still vaguely regret in my dreams. I want to talk about it like water soaking the window frame.
Each time, we know each other, the green mountains are still old, the moon is full of the pond.
Impression turns into a mystery, the moon sinks to the west, and the hometown is still old and flowers are full of the dam.
The flowers are red, where can I find the fragrance? It’s a cool autumn night, and I’ll drink and talk to the moon palace.
The scenery is still there, and the feelings of foreign land have not stopped for a long time. I want to talk about it back then like the bright moon in the past.
The autumn wind is bleak and cool in the evening. The words are short and long by the window, and the bright moon shines on the Double Ninth Festival.
When you have nothing to do, talk about mulberry and hemp, the wind is cool in the middle of the night, the moon shadow is slanted, and I still miss the flowers in my hometown before the third day.
I die first, my soul is lingering in my hometown, my heart is cold, when will I talk to you?
I can’t sleep in the middle of the night and miss my hometown. I haven’t woken up in my dream and tears are wet. When will I talk about the past again? Drinking alone under the moon makes it cooler.
The rain at night has just stopped and talks about homely without any trouble. When will the autumn wind shine on my hometown?
You should know that you are very loyal, and you will be confident in the world and ask the bright moon to find it in the dream in the middle of the night.
knocks on the window and enters the dream, brushing the face with the willows, who can see the hometown from the end of the world?
is yellow, with a distant shadow and a blue wave. The east wind sends messages. You are looking at your hometown in the south of the Yangtze River.
The spring breeze is trusted to Xiaoxiang, the Jiangnan area is the most beautiful, and the dream is long and the flowers are growing in the middle of the night.
My water town, the spring breeze is trusted to Hengyang , the word geese passes through the clouds, and the blue sea and fish in the dream.
Bashan Shu River is in the middle of the night, the sky is long and the moon is like frost, I don’t believe in the world all the way to Xiaoxiang.
A night of spring breeze is full of joy, and there is no end to the world. There are mountains, rivers, sun and moonlight.
The love is hard to come to an end. Can you know that the night is quiet and I remember my youth for a long time.
My hometown is far away, and I have a letter to Hengyang, and the green mountains and clear waters are still clear at night.
is like water and nowhere to be in the middle of the night, sitting alone in front of the window Chang'e knows my wish, and sends you the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
March in the south of the Yangtze River, the willows in the Shuiyang Palace are like smoke, and the spring breeze does not believe in you to come to the painting boat.
Letter is the April day of the world. I give you five poems to you. The night is , the dim lights are , I remember the past sleeping together.
is my hometown, I can pick up a few lines of poetry at will, there are many elegant people in the mountains, and the Songhua River is in the middle of the forest.
CCTV didn't know where it was late at night. She sighed and said, "It's all in the world." She picked it up with her words, and asked you why she burst into tears."
0,000 miles away from the east and west, a little red in front of the CCTV screen, and you can easily get drunk in the moonlight.
The spring breeze is trustworthy, and there is no trace of geese outside the clouds in front of the CCTV screen.
Where is the acquaintance? I can read it with you at will, but I can’t stop thinking about it in my dreams.
The moonlit night is full of nowhere, and I miss you for a long time. When will the wild geese send a letter to return to my hometown?
000 miles Yangtze River connects to the corner of the sea, the palace in the water is deserted, I don’t know that Chaoxin’s family has been fishing for the old fishermen.
knows the warmth and coldness, let the ups and downs, begging the great way to the sky to be sad.
Ask you why you blame the east wind? In my dream of the years, I always remember the south of the Yangtze River and enjoy the peach blossoms together.
The night is endless, the autumn water is long, I believe that it is in the world and heaven, but I miss you but I don’t see tears.
A touch of fragrant grass in the setting sun sprouts, and the falling flowers are sent to my home with intentional mercy.
The flowing water and mountains sing the sunset, and the season is the end of the world, and the spring breeze is unresolved and the sunset comes to my house.
The season is spring again, looking for old friends from the mountains, and the fragrant grass goes to the west and sighs the world.
Fragrant grassland, colorful clouds, and high mountains and flowing waters and flowers bloom for another year.
The setting sun sets and the evening breeze slanted, the grass is lush and the wild paths are lost, and the fallen flowers and flowing water is the home.
Find a soulmate, the flowers bloom for a few years, the fragrant grass is everywhere, the setting sun is heartbroken.
Flowers are not stained with dust, mountains and flowing waters are looking for soulmates, and the sunset shines on old friends wherever the world is.
The fragrant grass is lush and the willows are long. The sunset is setting and the evening breeze is cool. The flowing water on the small bridge is still there, and the fragrance of fallen flowers is gone.
Downward and dusk, the grass is lush and lush, and the wind is willing to go with the wind, and the flowing water is mercilessly accompanied by the moon sinking.
Falling flowers and tears, dreams send spring back with the flowing water, no one asks about the fragrant grass, and sigh at the setting sun.
The wind blows the fragrant grass and the sky is green, the rain hits the sunset and the ground is red, the flowing water is merciless and the people are easily old, and the falling flowers are intentional and the moon is always bright.
A touch of sunset is like blood, the garden is full of green grass, and the fallen flowers are intentionally and ruthlessly accompanying the moon.
The season is back again, the flowing water is ruthless and the pond is lonely in spring, and the swallows wander around the alleys in the setting sun.
Fragrant meadow, dreaming of returning to the sunset building in my hometown, the flowing water is there, the moon is falling, the flowers bloom for several autumns.
The sunset is red, the lush green is thick, the fallen flowers are gone with the wind, and the flowing water of a river is accompanied by the moon.
Where can I know the flowing water of the mountains? The falling flowers are another year, and who can I pity the fragrant grass from the world?
Flowers and flowing water wash the dust all over the ground, and the fragrant grass and sunset come to dreams from the end of the world.
The lushness is filled with the painting, and it looks down to Pinghu Lake. The small bridge flowing water seems to be there or not.
The blood is falling, the grass is lost for a long time, and the fallen flowers and water are all over the ground, and who is the one who hurts it?
The rain is cold and the people are lonely, and the grass still shines on the long bridge.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
