I still feel cold in front of the fallen leaves steps, and I don’t know the cold under the autumn wind window. Who can I tell you about my thoughts? I lean on the railings all over my eyes.
I'm in a dream for no reason, looking around in a daze, the cold frost and cold dew urges people to grow old, and the bright moon shines on the window.
Proudly enters the imperial land for no reason. Your father’s kindness will be frosted before he repays his hair. The autumn wind does not dissipate from others’ wishes, and it still blows a few yellow points.
The grace of yourselves shed tears before you repay it. The eyebrows of the people are spreading, the autumn wind blows white hair for thousands of miles, and the dream of the spring lingers on the yellow flag for ten years.
The world is full of sour and bitter taste, and the human feelings are full of light and strong tea. The tongue is not stopped and diligent, and the pen is like a dragon and snake dances with teeth.
The aroma of tea and rice is overflowing, poetry and books are all in ancient style, the gums are flat, the belly is full of nothing else, the tongue is bright, the lotus smiles and warm.
A kiss autumn frost leaves become redder, spring comes with all things, and the willows weeping by the Ziya River, and the taste is like a thousand kinds of flowers.
It is the time when spring is getting longer and longer. The east wind kisses the fragrance of flowers. Life is short and delicious, and you often smile and don’t open your teeth.
Magpie The branches are buzzing on the treetops, the beauty's cheeks are red, the spring breeze does not relieve her lovesickness, and the peach blossoms fall into snow.
Last night, the spring breeze crossed the small bridge, the beauty was beautiful under the peach blossom tree, with red cheeks and pink cheeks smiling shyly, and the magpies were inviting dreams on the branches.
leaning alone on the head of the building and listening to the sound of rain. The Peach Blossom Ferry sends you off. A boat of spring water flows eastward, and the green mountains on both sides are particularly bright.
The boat is far away and the tide is just falling. The shore is surrounded by a long dike and willows are half hanging. The scenery at the Jiangtou is beautiful, and the sunset at the Peach Blossom Ferry is set.
A cup of turbid wine breaks the heart, full of sorrow and tears, suffering from wind, frost and cold, and the aroma of vegetable roots in the meal.
I can’t bear to watch three meals a day. I feel at ease after storms and rain. I have no good sentences to scraping my stomach. I have no good words in my stomach. I have no pain in my stomach.
swallowing clouds and spitting mist, and it is suspected that there is no stomach. It moistens the things and nourishes the seedlings and believes in the spirit. The heart and blood water the flowers, and the love silk makes the dreams come true.
Things change and the stars change and the years go by, and I don’t get drunk in my stomach tonight. The poetic heart is never old and spring is always there, and I still vaguely reach the Xie Bridge in my dreams.
The wind moves, flowers fly, there are shadows in the sky, the clouds bloom and the fog dissipates without traces, where does the swift return in spring, and another village passes by.
Flowers fall and return to spring, there are eyes left, orioles sing, swifts are always heartless, clouds bloom and fog dissipate, sunny and sunny, sunny and wind are deep.
The third sister looks like a cloudy hair and a beautiful face, her eyes are beautiful, and her body is beautiful. Begonia A tree is so good, just waiting for the spring breeze.
The spring breeze blows on my face but doesn’t know how sad it is. A tree of crabapple flowers fills the building. The clouds are fragrant and the cheeks are ashamed of the moon. The heart is locked between my eyebrows and the heart is clear.
When we parted, tears wet the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The love of the return sun is connected to the north wind. A wisp of lovesickness lingers in the heart, and the heartbreak of the soul is broken.
Years are ruthless and ruthless, who will you shed tears for youth? I will never regret it when my heart is broken, and my heart is filled with love.
The courage to live without fulfilling the heart, the passion and hatred are hard to stop, the heroic spirit soars into the sky, and tears flow in the world for a long time.
I can't do anything to the will of the people. I will go to the spring platform with my heart and courage, cross the boat with blood and rain, crying and singing to sacrifice my sorrow.
Share the beauty of the moon on earth and heaven. I am free and do not envy the immortals. I am happy and have no regrets in my life. Why worry about the world with few truths.
The world's love and warm hearts, happiness is with the flow and you are at your own heart. Don't say that there is no beautiful scenery in the world, freedom is better than Wulingchun.
is free and leisurely, and is happy and happy in the world. The pink willows are green and the spring is beautiful. Why do you need to ask about the beautiful scenery again?
has a spiritual understanding and a wise eye, and is not frivolous without being charming. Freedom is the most acquaintance of the world, and let me fly freely in the world.
A wisp of fragrance surrounds the beam of painting, bees flying, butterflies dancing, flowers busy, spring breeze still remembers the past, and does not distract people from the heart.
Don’t compete with the butterfly and bees, the fragrance is elegant and calm, and everyone understands the love that year.
I don’t know who the guest is, the fishing man still understands himself, listens quietly to the wind and rain at night, and don’t care about the fish in the world.
The wind blows the fallen leaves and listens to them, the rain beats the broken lotus fish is not alarmed, the head is lowered, the eyebrows are lowered, and the autumn colors are fishing for poetry.
