The cool night is so enchanting, and a bright moon sways across the small bridge.
A bright moon shines on the window frame, swaying into the painting screen, and the coolness hits the night.
The west wind is still in the middle of the night, the flowing water is forgotten, and the green mountains are lucky enough to shine on the lonely lamp of the crabapple.
Rain is like silk, people don’t know it, they are alone facing the lonely lamp and dreaming of each other.
A curtain of dreams accompanied by the cold spring, half of the lonely lamp shines on the shadows, and the waning moon still surrounds the railings without knowing it.
shines the sorrow of parting, the sad wind is accompanied by tears, the waning moon does not know the wishes of wanderers, and the fallen flowers still smile in the spring and autumn.
The morning breeze thinks about the past, the fallen flowers and flowing water remembers the past, and the green mountains are lucky enough to shine on the lonely lamp in old friends.
Falling flowers and flowing water west of the small bridge, the waning moon is like a hook hanging on the willow embankment, the lonely lamp is sleeping in the middle of the night, and the breeze accompanys me to write poems.
accompanied me to the tall building, a lonely lamp does not know the intention of a wanderer, and the fallen flowers still smile in spring and autumn.
The night is late, I am alone with the breeze and the cold dreams. I don’t know the intention of a wanderer, and the fallen flowers are like the face of an old friend.
Sleeplessly in the middle of the night, the falling flowers are criticized, the waning moon shines on the end of the world, the lonely lamp cannot relieve the pain of lovesickness, and it still comes to my house with the breeze.
The lonely lamp shines on the west building, the cold rain and wind accompany the late autumn, and the waning moon still makes people sad.
The waning moon hangs in the west building, and the cold wind blows in several fallen flowers and wakes up from the dream, and the lonely lamp is so sad.
accompanied by Dragon Sun , I miss my hometown alone against the lonely lamp, I don’t know the wishes of wandering children, and the fallen flowers are still fragrant in the courtyard.
Hanging in the west of the sky, falling flowers have nowhere to live, who is vaguely with me in my dream, the lonely lamp shines on the tears and is sad.
The rain falls and flowers fly for a few autumns, the waning moon shines on the west building, and the lonely lamps do not understand the breeze and swim in the dream.
The sound of a lonely lamp is falling asleep, and the waning moon is filled with tears.
is like a hook hanging in a small building, without intention of causing people to worry, the breeze accompanied me to shine white hair on my lonely lamp.
Falling flowers are old in spring, the wind blows the waning moon and the dream is hard to come true, the lonely lamp shines on the shadows and the sounds are leaking.
Come into dreams, the shadows linger, and the waning moon blooms outside the window.
shines on the river city, walking with the water, swaying tonight without sleep until dawn.
The diffuse curtain is hazy, the person is not asleep, the bright moon is not knowing where to go, and the breeze sways through the window.
The bright moon is hazy, and the three of them are drunk in their dreams. The coolness hits the night.
The osmanthus shadow sways and fragrance is all over the ground, the bright moon is suitable for each other, the night is hazy and cool and enters New Poems .
The spring shirt is thin and willows hanging, the red sleeves and green skirt are slow, and a wisp of faint fragrance is just right.
The fragrance is fine, the willow catkins are sticky and the sun is late, the spring shirt is very light and thin, and the green skirt is still in my youth.
A light shirt and two sleeves, the green skirt sways in the east of the bridge, the fragrance is dark and drunk, and the clothes are floating into the dream.
red skirt, green sleeves, light shirt, and slim steps, and the belt gradually widens and penetrates the heart.
The curtains are covered with flowers, and the lights in the small building are not aware of the cold autumn, and they are still wearing red skirts and walking back on the moon.
There are so many hatreds on the Luo shirt, the green sleeves dance in the east wind, and the heart is dark and the love is getting richer.
People are not asleep, sitting alone at night, their thin shirt is not withstand the cold autumn wind, and they see their skirts and hairpins falling beside the pillow.
From the spring shirt, I feel autumn, when will the green sleeves stop, and the west wind blows through and becomes wider and wider.
dance casually, the Luo shirt is graceful and the wind is cut, the fairy steps in the waves, and the fragrance penetrates the sky and the moon comes down.
A faint fragrance penetrates the blue clouds, the fairy in plain clothes descends to the mortal world, and the silk shirt gently untied her skirt.
Send old clothes to wear thousands of layers of snow, and thin shirts are not resistant to skirts and hairpins standing on the evening pavilion.
I can’t bear to go back, for whom I bloomed, the spring breeze blew through my clothes and walked on the moon.
Garden Dress Dance, Banana The shirt is full of tears, the belt is getting wider and the bright moon shines through the cold window.
is getting more relieved and is already sad. The cold wind blows through and it is hard to stand the colder, and only the skirt blooms lonely.
knocks on the window to wet the thin shirt, the red skirt and green sleeves dance gracefully, the fragrant wind penetrates the body clothes, the dew is cold.
The skirt is flowing in front of the wind, the sleeves are light and the rain is flying, the belt is getting wider and wider, and the fragrance is wisp of the fragrant soul penetrates the curtain.
Flowers are brilliant, how can you keep the rain and cold invasion of the single clothes? It is difficult to resist the strong autumn wind. Who is not moved under the skirt?
The autumn rain wets my clothes, the cold wind shines through my heart, the thin shirt is unbearable for the coldest time, and I wear a green skirt and hope that you will return.
Try a spring shirt, the green skirt and red sleeves are suitable for each other, and the fragrance blows through and becomes wider. People don’t know.
bitter, sweet and sour way is autumn, and the time is too late to worry.
March in the world, the east wind cannot unravel a wisp through the intestines, and the past hastily turned into smoke.
The seasons are too hurrying, lovesickness is broken, bitter, spicy, sweet and sour, and the right way is vicissitudes.
In the world, we should know the suffering of a loving mother, how can we relieve the worries of our descendants in the world, and when will we spend the rest of the world in a hurry?
The hair is dyed with frost, moistening the poetic intestines, and there are pillars of the world.
Heartbroken, the sound of the jade leaking from the golden gate is another year, and the spring breeze cannot resolve the emotions of the world.
I have a lot of hardships, don’t hate two or three times, the time is like flowing water, and the heartbreak is broken and the dream is not fulfilled.
Years are like water and songs to break my heart, bitter, spicy, sweet and sour, and righteous path is vicissitudes.
I left my heart and sent me my love for a longing, and I didn't know it in a hurry, and I was infatuated with bitterness, sweetness, and sweetness in the sky.
The heart of the lonely gull is accompanied by the shadow, where can I find a soulmate? The years are filled with sorrow and tears.
Unlimited hatred, so much sorrow, a glass of turbid wine is like a flowing water.
Time flies too quickly, the years pass by are broken, the bitter, sweet and sour way is vicissitudes.
didn't feel sweet, and after another year, I tasted all the sour and hard work, and I realized that there are great immortals in the world.
Teach hard to spend the passing years, just for the world, and time is rushing to write poems.
This love in heaven and earth is shared, lovesickness is short and dreams are hard to come true, a passion passes through the intestines, and the years are in a hurry and tears flow.
When you hear, your heart is broken. The most painful thing in the world is to see lovesickness, and you always regard the world as your hometown.
is more painful, there is no place in the world to miss lovesickness, the years are like flowing water, and the heart is broken and the ends of the world are unknown.
Where to find gods in the world? If you have a short life for many years, you will never regret it if you drink and meat penetrate the intestines. After a hurry, the sky will be blue.
Years have passed and spring is coming, searching for the soul of poetry, and the ups and downs of the world have wisdom.
Worry about the past, the years are short and the best, and I smile at the waves in the world.
The sound of the window is heard, the birds are not surprised when they are pushed up in the morning, where can they go in a hurry? Listen to the cicadas under the sycamore tree.
The day is still dark, the rain sounds when it blooms, the crabapple tree sleeps well in spring, and the green willows are in the shade.
The road is uneven, and there are people walking thousands of feet away. Suddenly, dogs bark and birds singing in the forest.
The ruins and ruins are staggering and the joys of the past are singing the songs of the past.
Intermittently, the clouds are deep in the evening, the sun is lingering, and the steps are rushing to the face and the trees are shaking gold.
Fish leaps and sings mountain songs , laughing and talking all the way, and the peach blossoms danced in a few trees.
thunder sounded, and the rain was opened, and birds flew over the sound of firecrackers.
Half acre of shade, deep into the clouds, the sound of orioles breaks and the heart of midnight.
There are so many crying sounds, and the bow is so sad that it is so hard that it is staggering to look for the old traces, but only hear the sad songs played on the trees.
The spring mood on the branches is deep, the orioles are melodious and intoxicating, and the peach blossom trees are smiling and singing lightly.
Spring mountain steps on the singing, peach blossoms reflect the red sun, swallows and orioles chant magpies birds sing happily.
A tree of pear blossoms falls all over the city, the spring breeze walks singing, the magpies on the branches orioles birds are not scared.
moistens my heart, the morning breeze makes the birds sing happily, the steps pass by lightly, and the peach blossoms on the trees are smiling frequently.
The birds do not sing in the twilight, the autumn wind is bleak and rain is silent, the tears of lovesickness under the sycamore tree, and the fallen leaves are floating and light steps.
Step staggeringly, the tree shadow is hazy in the moon, and suddenly I hear the dog barking, and the birds are chirping.
pear blossoms white occurs, the spring breeze is smiling and spreads thousands of miles, and magpies are singing on the branches.
Xiaoxiang leaves sound, the bleak birds sing, and the pedestrians can't stop listening.
The valley is quiet, the mountains accompany people walking, listening to the flowing water under the peach blossom trees, and the steps are light and enter the painting screen.
Spring is coming, the steps are light, the peach blossoms reflect the red sun, the swallows and orioles are singing everywhere.
The mountain road is long, pedestrians step on the setting sun, dogs bark and birds fly, and a wisp of smoke accompany the birds to fly.
The sound of cuckoo grows and grows, the birds sing spring on the branches, and the steps of the orioles sing and sing in the fields.
The birds sing on the branches and drunk the tourists, and the peach blossoms are light and spring.
Crossing the east of the bridge, there is a red tree, and the sound of swallows and orioles is already hazy in the birds.
Pear blossoms fall all over the body, moss marks are marked on the footsteps, and suddenly I heard dogs barking in the mountains and birds in the mountains spring .
The road is hard to go, and the general will never regret the hardships of many battles, and he still hears the sound of the horns.
The world is shocked by difficulties, the Chinese people are showing their power, and the generals are in a magnificent way.
Ten thousand horses neighed in the sound of drums and horns. The road was not afraid of the rugged roads. There were many thorns on the roads in the pass, and I still remember the general's battles.
--- Zheng Huixian #Zheng Huixian Chinese Studies Art #Telegraph Creation Challenge#
