The bad news came with a crazy pain, the heartbroken man was in the middle of the water, his blue shirt was wet and tears were wet, and he asked the sky far away.
A heartbreaking song of love has been passed down through the ages, and the lovesickness turns into the sky asking the bright moon.
Tears are about to flow in the clear morning, and the sky is speechless, and the pain in my hometown is the most painful. I can’t see the heartbroken person leaning on the building.
Catastrophe, the earth is broken and the mountains are shattered and the eyes are filled with tears, the sad songs are heartbroken, and thousands of families mourn my son.
Qu Zishen, his heartbroken by the river is broken, Li Sao is a song of tears for thousands of years, which makes it a pity that the heaven is jealous of the virtuous.
A song of Li Sao is heartbroken, the riverside is heartbroken, the dragon boat races The sky is jealous of the pillars.
The bad news came with intentional disaster, and Wenchuan lost and was heartbroken.
Why did you bring sweet rain? The green shirt is so heartbroken that it hurts the heart of Jiuzhou.
sing wildly and is full of enthusiasm, the heartbroken man is on the water, and the tears in the blue shirt are wet. Is the sky worthy?
The heartbreaking two is broken, and the wine is a thousand cups. I always remember the sky as my hometown in my dreams.
Tears are in a row, why are you crazy? Drinking thousands of cups of pain is heartbroken in your dreams.
jealous of the beauty, and couldn't bear to see it in the blue shirt. The heartbroken person left, and the heartbroken heart was so heartbroken that he felt cold.
The broken people are in pain, the bloody and bloody wind is heartbroken, and a sad song is silently facing the setting sun.
Jun is a man who has fallen into the world, and the years leave no traces. Looking back at Xu Niang's tears.
Beauty is easy to grow old and hard to die. Looking back on the past, tears are flowing, and when the love is deep, I write a poem about the Quail Sky.
I felt sad, and my old worries were filled with clouds and smoke. The moon was in front of the window, and I followed you to the pillow in the middle of the night.
htmlFrom thousands of miles of love with the geese, I have been in love with you for ten years, don’t say that I have been old when I meet you, and look back and cry all over my clothes.I miss you, never meet, always love, look back at the next life.
No more young man, looking back, feeling sad and feeling urging white hair, and ask you when you will return home.
tears flowed all over the place, unable to turn the wind, what time does human feelings go to the end?
Farewell, what time is the Jiangnan period? Don’t say that spring is easy to grow old, and dream of dawn in a dawn.
Ask you why you are suffering, the country is always in love, and when you look back, you still sigh of loneliness.
People are unable to grow old. Looking back on the vicissitudes, tears are ruthlessly urging white hair to ask you when will it be.
Looking back, tears filled the scarf. Why don’t you feel sad when you are old? It’s the most ruthless person who shines on your old friends.
Love goes deep into the depths of the partridge, and it’s too late to regret it.
Return to his hometown without leaving any traces, looking back and wet his clothes.
Looking back, tears flow, time is not free, and there is no ruthless thing in the world, where can I find a title of marquis?
Storm and Double Ninth Festival, you are prone to aging in the autumn scenery of the world, and you look back and cry thousands of times.
A poem about partridge, when the love is deep, people don’t know it, and the tears are old and longing is lovesickness.
The years have no traces to urge me to grow old, and I look back and tears are wet. Why do you need to ask about the warmth and coldness of human feelings? You are the world's end.
It feels so refreshing, the autumn wind blows the old blue clouds, the moon in front of the window, and you can't sleep when you shine in the middle of the night.
Fears and warmth are always unreliable. Which level do you are at the end of the world? The years have passed and the heart is not old. Looking back, tears are like ice.
The garden is the coolest, and when the love is deeper, the meaning is longer. Looking back, I blow the fragrance of old osmanthus flowers.
The rain washes the clear and beautiful colors dye the forest, and the white hair on the temples sings to the moon.
The moon is getting older, the world is hard to calm down and life is getting whiter, and the light is still shining with the coolness.
Blow the cicadas on the old temples, the crows cry and frost are everywhere in the sky, and a wisp of illumination in the dream is sleepless.
Do not add hatred with the autumn water, just for the clear night to shine on people, the moon falls, the crows cry in their hair and tears in their hair.
sprinkles all over the sky, dancing gracefully, with white hair on the temples Chang'e 0,000 years.
It was late at night when I went up to the west building in the month, and my hair was in chaos, and I added a glorious person in my dream for no reason.
The temples are like frost, the crows crying at night is still in the middle of the night, sitting alone in front of the window adds loneliness, and the clear light shines on the cold bed for thousands of miles.
New willows are bright and bright in the clear water, and the most affectionate shines on my temples.
The clear light outside the window shines on the sleepless, the turbid wine is filled with sorrow, and the frost dyes the hair and the west building is alone.
The poem of the bright moon is accompanied by the poem, the autumn frost is already bright, don’t say that a ray of life shines on the end of the world.
Frost is flying in my temples, and the night is still in the middle of the night. I sit alone in front of the window and shine on the cold bed.
Cold dew adds tears in the heart, the clear light shines through the people in the dream, and the affection is the most affectionate sorrow of parting to stain the dust of the temples.
Seeing the guest clothes, sorrow and heart disagree. The white hair on the temples urges people to grow old, and the green mountains at the bottom of the dream are waiting for the moon to return.
The wind and fine willows are like smoke, and the hair is dyed with frost and I remember the young man. Don’t say that life is still sleepless.
The unreasonable white hair urges people's hair, the green mountains accompany the moon to sleep, don't say that autumn brings loneliness, the clear lights share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles.
The ground is frozen and adds clothes, drinking alone the clear and chaotic crows crying, people can't sleep, the wind blows the temples and wanders.
illuminates sleepless, another year of sorrow has increased, people are getting older, and the moon moves and flowers are getting dark and the dream is hard to come true.
The moon is falling and the sun is slanting. The autumn wind blows the brightness of the old temples. The sorrow adds three thousand feet of white hair, and tears sheds the clear light of hundreds of thousands of homes.
Years of time are getting older and autumn is coming, I recite poems to the moon and lean on the building alone, and the west wind is full of sorrow.
Add fragrance to the lingering love, the clear light shines on the moon in the sky, and always comes to the left of people's temples.
shines on the tall buildings, the infinite scenery adds to the sorrow of guests, the hair is still old, raise a glass to invite the moon to relieve the worries.
The leaves are getting cooler, wild chrysanthemums are fragrant, the autumn wind does not dissipate, and the ground is covered with yellow swelling overnight.
The wild chrysanthemums by the fence are fragrant, and the red leaves are fragrant in the forest. Don’t say that the autumn wind is golden all over the ground.
The autumn wind and fallen leaves are dyed golden, and the frost is fragrant alone by the furnished fence.
Flowers and yellow The ground is covered with sorrow, the bleak geese are wandering, and the wild chrysanthemums are not untied, and the frost is blooming proudly in the snow.
Crows cry at night, the wild chrysanthemums are fragrant by the fence, and the autumn wind blows the yellow all over the ground.
The yard is full of fragrance, the geese are in a row, the autumn wind is not clear, the leaves are yellow again.
dyed golden, sending the cool evening, wild chrysanthemums are fragrant and proud of the snow and frost.
The night is slightly cool, the fragrance is alone by the fence, the autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, and the yellow flowers still exude fragrance.
The fragrance of wild chrysanthemums is fading away, the frost on the branches is cold and cold, and the autumn wind cannot relieve the yellow flowers all over the ground.
The autumn wind is bleak and the leaves are flying, the vast grass and trees are yellow, and the frost dyes the maple forest and the wild chrysanthemums are as light as the fragrance.
It is intentional that the yellow flowers bloom in full bloom, the fallen leaves dance in the autumn wind, and the wild chrysanthemums are red in their forests.
Geese fly south, wild chrysanthemums are fragrant and drunk intestines, autumn wind blows fallen leaves, and the golden armor in the garden is yellow.
Wild chrysanthemums The fragrance is everywhere, the frosty sky is full of geese, the autumn wind does not dissipate, the branches and leaves are yellow again blowing.
The autumn wind last night was golden rice, and the frost dyed the wild chrysanthemums in the maple forest were as beautiful as makeup.
The sycamore trees are all yellow, the autumn wind is bleak, the wild chrysanthemums are blooming in full bloom, and the frost hits the branches is particularly fragrant.
The forest has thousands of miles of fragrance, the wild chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the autumn wind blows away the yellow all over the ground.
The garden is full of fragrance, the geese are flying in thousands of miles, the autumn wind does not dissipate, and the leaves of the sycamore tree blow down will turn yellow again.
The autumn wind is bleak and the geese fly south, the ground is yellow, and the frost dyes the maple forest and the wild chrysanthemums are as light as makeup.
shines golden, the cool autumn wind brings coolness in the evening, the fragrance welcomes guests from afar, and the green pine trees proudly fight against the cold frost.
One night, the autumn wind is filled with fragrance in the yard, thousands of branches bloom golden, and the frost is a frost, and I am crazy by the furnished fence.
The autumn rain is as cool as water shines on people. I look up at the distance and dye my hair when I return.
There is nothing but dreams, and even more boundless, the general has been passed down from generation to generation.
The bright moon shines on the west window, the wind is gentle and the night is still low, and I sigh that where is the road to life?
Peaks are back again, the mountains are long, the water is far away, the clouds are light, the autumn wind is strong, and the moon is full in the distance.
The west wind is long, the mountains are high, the road is far away, the geese are walking, the clouds are deep, but the lovesickness is sent to my hometown.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and the flowers are shaking. The bright moon in my hometown is charming. I miss you all the way, and I share this night with you for thousands of miles.
Hometown moon, I still think of the mountains outside the clouds when I am drunk. Life is full of ups and downs, and where is the road to the world difficult.
There is no road to children and grandchildren in front of you, but you have long grace in your dreams. The clouds are light and the wind is light and the world is broad, and the bright moon is the heart of my hometown.
It is hard to end the eternal night, lovesickness has no way to the end of the world, and the clouds are deep and I can’t see my hometown is my home.
After farewell, the fog dissipates in my hometown, and the mountains are long and the waters are far away.
Singing and laughing, the sky is filled with fog and sunny, when will you enjoy the green light in my hometown?
The sky is about to snow, the mountains are high and the people have not returned, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the bright moon shines on you.
The clouds are everywhere in autumn water, but the moon is full of the west building is my hometown. Where can I talk about my love when I go to Pengshan?
is my hometown, I see the rising sun, the long sky, the blue sea and green mountains are busy all the way.
Route to the peak and the sun is getting cooler, the water is far away, the geese are long, and the clouds are deep and the autumn wind is not in love with my hometown.
No one can see it, there is a road to the end of the world, where is the vast clouds and water? The bright moon in my hometown is in the sky.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
