Shocking the scent of fallen flowers around the trees, and the singing is like a bird chirping late at night.
Where can I find the fragrance of the world? Therefore, my affection is strong, and the moon is falling, and the crows crying and the remaining dreams are with whom.
Fallen trees fill the south of the Yangtze River, vaguely remember the old year, looking at the bright moon shining in the distance, unable to sleep.
Autumn is like rain, dreams are like frost, and I want to ask old friends that are close to me, which is a foreign land.
The old friend rides a crane and follows the clouds. He looks at the end of the world and cannot see you. When he wakes up from the remaining dream, he has spring all over the ground.
No flowers fly, old friends are thousands of miles away, the moon is falling, the crows crying and frost is everywhere, and the dream is gone in a curtain of lingering dreams.
After a long separation, I wandered around, and I hope that the world will never come, and the remaining dreams are still vaguely open for whom.
Where is the fallen trees in the south of the Yangtze River? When will the remaining dreams in the north end? Old friends have gone with the flowing water, and there is sorrow everywhere in the world.
Where to go to the end of the world? When old friends meet, blow down the leaves of sycamore trees, and the remaining dreams vaguely enter the green light.
When we arrive at Xieqiao, the peach blossoms fall all over the water, and the spring breeze is gone, and we can't see the tide of the world.
The jade branches and jade trees fall pear blossoms, and the remaining dreams vaguely come to my home, looking at where the old friend goes, and sending a wisp of lovesickness to the world.
Want to visit old friends and find old traces, where to find the fragrance of the world, a curtain of remnants of dreams is full of red peach blossoms.
There is no spring in the end of the world, where is the old friend sad and blue in the ground, and the remaining dreams are lonely and deep.
looked back in shock, the fallen red flowers are everywhere, there is nowhere to be found, it has gone with the flowing water, when will you meet you again in the end of the world?
Where is it now? The corners of the sea are confused, and the remaining dreams are not aware of being a guest, and the fallen red flowers are all over the ground for another year.
Looking at the end of the world, two lines of tears are broken, when will I return to my hometown? The autumn wind blows down and wakes up at night.
Flowers, snow and moon are sad and tears are covered with scarves, don’t say that the four seasons of late spring are always as new.
The rain is drizzling during the season, the fragrance is gone, and the flowers are gone, so why should you shed tears to your clothes?
The leaves fall and snow fly, and I am sad and cry all over my clothes. The most beautiful spring is the end of April.
My heart is sad, the ground is covered with yellow, and there is no place to talk about the desolation in late spring.
Rain continues, no sky is seen, flowers fall silently, willows are like smoke.
blooms in sequence, the swallows return in the season, the fallen reds are all over the ground, and the ruthless wind and rain are the flowers mourn themselves.
In the early April of the world, the feeling of things is like when you are sad, and the beauty of the flowers in late spring is already sparse.
Don’t climb the tower when you are hurt. The water is floating and not flowing. It’s already late spring, why bother people to worry.
In late spring, the rain is flying, the fragrance is everywhere, and the flowers fall silently with tears accompanying the wind.
The clouds are everywhere in the ground, and crows are flying everywhere in late spring, and birds are the most popular on the branches, and they still sing the interpretation of flowers in the past.
The full moon is lonely and hurts the lonely shadow, the flowers fall in desolate and sigh in love, don’t say that there is no good scenery in late spring, and the fragrance will still accompany you.
Another year has fallen without leaving any traces, and the old friend is still vaguely hurt under the moon.
The east wind and thousands of flowers, my heart is sad, there is no place for rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March, when will the fragrant flowers come to my home?
The bleakness makes me sad, the flowers are covered with yellow flowers, don’t say that there is fragrance in late spring all year round.
The scenery is beautiful, the beauty is full of beauty, butterflies dance, bees fly and flowers bloom, and the pain is the most slim waist.
One night, the autumn wind is gone, the rain is drizzling during the season, and the fallen reds are all over the branches and can’t bear to return.
is afraid of seeing flowers, and when you feel sad, you miss your home even more. There are many winds and rains in the seasons, and the flowers are all in the fallen clouds.
The weather is coming to dusk in late spring, and there is another village of peaches and plum blossoms. The flowers fall but still complain about the prince.
A sound of Du Yu Passing through the clouds, swallows carry mud to feed while taking advantage of the morning sun.
The color of the sun is new, the willows are even, the mud is melted, the grass is fragrant, the flowers are fragrant, the chickens and dogs are close to each other.
The wild claws are invisible, the dog barking and the empty sounds, the black crows cry, the moon falls and the head is falling and sleeping deep.
No one can pity the sick bones, the crows are intentional and the claws are common, but chickens and dogs are not as good as each other.
The east wind turns into snow mud, the sound of chickens sings at dawn, the orioles sing in the green willows and red clouds break through the fog.
A rooster sings, the sky is low, the swallows come back to carry old mud, the new buds break through the ground, the horns are just revealed, and the spring breeze has crossed the small bridge and cried.
The sun is new, the east wind blows through the spring of the river, the swallows fly away, and the chickens call each other alone on the other side.
The broken hat covers the face and crosses the stream. The yellow orioles crow among the trees. The swallows carrying mud fall in front of the eaves. I see the neighbor's chickens reporting to the dawn.
The grass is deep and people are lonely, the chickens sing in the deserted village are hazy in the moon, and the cuckoos crow blood and the spring mountain is red.
The purple swallows dance while the roosters sing, and the east wind blows and sings to open tens of acres of fields.
The drizzle of swallows pecked at the mud, the east wind wailed and the spring scenery was beautiful on the willow bank, and the fog broke through the clouds and passed through the stream.
The sun in the east is fresh, purple swallows build their nests hard, and the spring breeze blows through the cry and blooms the clouds of thousands of miles.
The spring breeze blows on the face and the birds sing lightly, the fog breaks through the clouds and the stream, and the purple swallows carry mud courtyards and sound the morning chickens.
is not yesterday, it is tonight, and the sound of a rooster holding a mud is a dream.
Everything in the world is like mud. When you wake up and listen to the chicken, you will blow through the green willow embankment in Du Yu’s voice.
The dream has not stopped, the purple swallows build a new building, the east wind blows through the peach blossom rain, crying blood and cuckoo refuses to stay.
Orioles sing and swallows sing through the clouds and the nine heavens, the rain moistens the mud and fragrant dogs and barks can't sleep.
A bright moon breaks through the sky, rhododendrons are red, and swallows carry mud to the dawn to the village.
Swallows peck at the new mud, and when the rooster sounds dawn, the cuckoos burst into thousands of branches.
The west of the small bridge is filled with old mud, and no one blows the rain in the broken house and cuckoos cry.
When will the water flow and flowers fade, where will the moon set and the stars sink, and the journey of spring and autumn come is far and far, but the ambition is hard to fulfill.
There is no west wind, the rivers and mountains are in sight, the fallen trees are bleak and sparse in the sky, and the setting sun is like blood flowing red.
The passion is enough to break through the waves, when will the water flow and the flowers fade, and the mountains are high and the road is far away and the autumn is swaying again.
One night the west wind rushes through the water, the yellow flowers fall without knowing the sorrow, the geese fly south from autumn, and the rivers and mountains are allowed to travel to me.
Maple leaves dye the frosty sky, the autumn lights of thousands of miles are flat and the sound of sand is getting farther and farther away, and the water flows and the shadows of the ancient crossing are lonely.
Because spring falls, the green peaks on both sides are flowing in water, Pengshan is searching everywhere, and the peach blossom land is beautiful to hide autumn.
The wind and rain in the world fall into the world, like water, the years pass by several springs, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will never change, and the years of the years will always come true.
The scenery in autumn is new in the south of the Yangtze River, the mountains and flowers are full of intoxicating tourists, and the wind and rain are blowing and passing by the passing years are not waiting for spring.
Go east and never look back, flowers fall, spring falls, autumn is over, mountains are high, clouds are light, moon is like hooks.
Two hazy, autumn goes to Jiangnan, the scenery is different, there are few people in the cold, and the misty river flows eastward.
It’s autumn again. When will the road be far away? The west wind blows away the tears of lovesickness and turns into a clear stream and flows towards the water.
The spring breeze blows down the pinks, and the drizzle flows, and the mountains are covered with clouds and Du Yu complains about the thick autumn.
The flowery energy is overwhelming and people are expelled from the guests. How can the water flow here day and night?
drifting with the water flowing, but it was already late autumn, and I missed the waves under the moon.
The autumn has passed many times in the world, and the world is full of riding and swimming in the wind, and the water flows endlessly and endlessly, making a boat with hardship.
Where, another year, flowers fall silently and wisps of light smoke.
Whose family falls, sighing at the beauty of the year, and wanting to chase the flower on the east wind.
When will it take a break? The seagulls are chasing from the end of the world. Don’t sigh that the youth is with the flow of water, and send the spring dream to China.
People are prone to grow old when they come, and flowers fall with the rain and are hard to stop. The water flows eastward and still surrounds your fingers.
One night, the east wind blows thousands of flowers, the fragrance leaps through the clouds, and the water flows vaguely to my home.
The desire to expel guests in the rivers and lakes is difficult to calm down. The flowers fall silently and the moon will be clear. Let the water flow and spring dream in the border city.
Don’t look back, spring dreams vaguely fall autumn several times, ruthless people grow old easily, and all their worries chase the river gulls.
A light boat chases the blue waves, the wind, flowers, snow and moon are wasted, the water flows do not care about human affairs, and the spring dreams and autumn clouds are singing freely.
html When will the spring dream of thousands of miles of passers-by be over? In front of the flowers, the moon is like smoke chasing the passing boat.vaguely enters the screen of painting, the pink and green willow leaves go down with waves, and lying drunk in the flowers and listening to the birds singing.
Swimming in a small boat, when will the snow and moon stop? The water flows eastward and still surrounds your fingers.
is like a flow of water. When will a fight be over? The flowers fall and people leave their hatred. It is better to wander around by wave.
A floating cloud comes from the sky, the mountains are blooming in the fog, and the setting sun and flowing clouds in the west are like bright lights.
The ancient ferry head, the flowing clouds shine on the river tower in the evening, thousands of miles away with the wind, and a light boat covers all the sorrows.
The sky is flowing clouds weave brocade yarn, the setting sun in the mountains dyes red flowers, and the green pines and cypresses float around my home.
I still remember the blue sky when I was a child, the setting sun in the long river flows and the noise of thousands of horses.
No trace left, half the moon, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the universe.
The flowing clouds reflect the blue sky, the setting sun dyes the red of the river, and the fishing boats sing at night to float into the water.
comes from the east to cover your eyes, the floating clouds go west to the west to the sunset, and the flowing clouds in the desert are limited and strange.
Things passed by, the bright moon covered the face and the eternal sorrow, and the afterglow of the sunset dyed the river.
The twilight is vast and the distant mountains are covered with floating clouds and gurgling water. Where is the lonely sail going to the setting sun? A touch of flowing clouds sending guests back.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
