The light and darkness, the vague flowing clouds come back, the floating clouds change, and the view is covered with the high platform.
A touch of flowing clouds reflects the small building, the sunset in the west is sorrowful, the gauze and mist cover the sight, and the clouds are allowed to stay and stay in the vast clouds.
Floating clouds are clear, half-covering the mountains are a little clear, and the west wind, setting sun and flowing clouds accompany me.
The mountains are covered with floating clouds chasing the waves, and the afterglow of the setting sun sings in the evening and drunken clouds.
A touch of elixir after the sunset, the flowing clouds are like fire, where will they go from thousands of miles to the sky? The twilight is vast and vast.
The flowing clouds are red, the setting sun is halfway through the river, and the fishing boats sing at night to float into the water.
But by relying on foxes and rats to bully the world, why not be afraid of jackals and wolves biting their teeth and lips, and see the cold and vulgar eyes to see poverty.
brushes the face softly, and feels shy, and kisses the fragrant lips lightly up the building.
Foxes roar and ghosts roar at night hazy, blood stained red when they depend on each other, and the eyes are blurred in the world.
brushes the willow branches, and the eyes are full of charm. The fragrant lips make the peach blossoms drunk, and it is suspected that the fox fairy is coming down to the sky.
Fox pretends to be powerful and fights against all the heroes, and you will be able to see the world and see it clearly.
When it comes to flowers blooming, it is different. It is still red in the past, and the fox fairy is dreaming about it.
Willow green apricot flower lips, tiger power is heard all over the world, and the people of Wuling are not seen passing by.
The fox demon smiled, the ghostly lips were used to seeing the coldness and no trace left.
Don’t say that the old eyes look at the vast ocean, but I see the idle clouds passing through the distant mountains, and my little poem is full of my face.
The grass is lush and lurking, and the clouds are soaked. Before the wine is touched, my heart is drunk, and I suspect that I am in the western Liaoning dream.
Brushing the willow eyes, and seeing peach blossoms are red again, and the pink face is shy and fairy down Yao Palace .
can't bear the speechless lips last night. I can't bear to see the fox's power in the morning. The passing clouds are all the past. I look up and see the geese flying south again.
In a dream, I looked back and saw that there was still fragrance. Why fear the fox demon and the bear?
is speechless, foxes pretend to be powerful, and the road is difficult to walk, clouds and smoke are all phantoms, and there is no blue sky when you look back.
One night, the East Lord is sad for thousands of miles, the white-headed man leans on the tall building, no one knows the eyes of the educated youth, but only says that the romantic is an old trip.
How can there be no good sentences to repay the green eyes? Fortunately, the romantic and gentle heart are comforted by the simple heart. A clear song is still chanted by a young man.
is always covered by sorrow, but he has no choice but to teach you when to drink again, and to get drunk with you to get married.
has turned white, the spring scenery in the garden is so sad, and no one can recognize it, but he is still a prisoner of Chu.
The eyes are old, and it is still like a young man. Don’t write a poem about sadness when you are sad, for fear that there are white-headed people who are unknown.
A generation of romantic things will last forever, and the green eyes will recognize Jingzhou , and the swallows will be sad when they are old.
From white hair to meet each other for years, the two places are sad, and the green eyes do not know that the bright moon shines on the romantic.
The blue eyes look towards the Red Mansion, the romantic dream is over, and the infatuation is like a hook to the moon.
A talented man’s pen is like a god, but he has never known an old friend in his green eyes. Don’t say that he will drink for three rounds of wine after his old age.
can’t bear the worries. When fishing for a boat, you can’t buy it with green eyes. It’s romantic.
It has been three autumns, and the two places are sad, and the green eyes have never been romantic everywhere.
Hundreds of autumn, the green eyes are left for you, the old man will not change his ambition, and the smile and proud Jianghu will be sad forever.
I don’t know how to stop meeting each other. After parting for many years, I am worried about the two places. When will the green eyes talk about the romantic talk?
Wu Ding's words stop, her green eyes are gone, her romantic clothes are just plain clothes, and she is a kind of idle sorrow to scratch her head against the slanting sun.
A lifetime of romantic autumn, who will keep your eyes for half of your life? I will never change my passion for eternal sorrow.
Know the old travel, and the romantic life has been Cao Liu since ancient times. They have become old together in the setting sun, and let autumn frost dye their hair white.
After Qingming Festival, it is cloudy and clear. The pear blossoms are all windy overnight. The rain hits banana trees and 5 people are unable to sleep. When the fallen season is full of redness, they sigh.
Spring breeze and rain are the same year, and thousands of pear trees are green and clear.
Spring events are clear and bright again, and the wind blows in thousands of pear trees, and the season of falling red leaves is filled with lunar calendar.
Sacrifice the heroic souls in the season, the wind blows tears, and a tree of pear blossoms sweeping the grave to mourn the dead.
Fall the stream, tears of worshiping ancestors are wet. It is spring in the world, and the rain turns into wind and accompany the birds singing.
Wind and rain break the heart, the season is new, and the trees are full of pear blossoms and tears for worshiping ancestors.
Fall the sky, and tears flow in the worship of ancestors on Qingming Festival. It is spring, and the rain turns into the wind to the tomb.
Before the Qingming Festival comes, tears flow out first, thousands of pear trees are blooming for a night of wind, and the heartbreaking sounds of rain hitting banana leaves.
The spring is cold and the year is updated, and the pear blossoms and catkins fall in the clear sun last night.
with tears, it was dusk, and the sadness was the wind blowing.
Salvation for ancestors in Qingming Festival is like snow willows like smoke, and there is little paper money during the wind and rain.
The year is good, the spring breeze and rain are filled with tears and smiles on the branches, and it is the time when the willows are shining on the Qing Dynasty.
It is time for Mr. Sacrifice again. Ten thousand pear trees bloom for a night of wind, and rain hits the monument to remember family affection.
The rain passes by the sun and the sky is clear. When the spring equinox arrives at the farmhouse, the pear blossoms are like snow, and the sunset is sweeping away the setting sun again.
The grass is lush and it is the Qingming Festival again. The spring breeze is good, and it is like rain wetting people's clothes.
The lonely sound of the night rain knocking on the window is like smoke and the past is unbearable to listen to. A curtain of dreams passes with the wind, full of lovesickness and tears.
No traces are finally illusions, and tears of lovesickness are always empty, like smoke, the past still hears the sound of fallen leaves.
The fragrance of flowers always hangs with the dream soul, and the past is gone without trace in Du Yu's voice.
Smiles are flying all over the sky, the past is like smoke and people are gone, and the infinite tears of lovesickness are hanging in the sky.
How much affectionate is the dream, the red paper is undesirable, the past is like smoke turning into rain falling silently.
is vaguely like tears in the third month of the first month, and the dream is without traces for another year. The past is indescribable in Du Yu's voice.
The dust is bright, the willow color is new, and the curtain is sent to the passerby with tears.
When will a curtain of dreams be over? The green shirt has not yet been closed. The past is like the sound of smoke and sighing with the sorrow of parting.
Tears are wet in the clothes, and they still vaguely fall into the green light. The spring is old in the sound of Du Yu, like smoke, the past is unbearable to chase.
Drizzle is like smoke and sings through the sky in the water, and a curtain of dreams and green mountains sleep with tears.
A few sounds of geese make you feel homesick, like smoke passing by water, and a wisp of tears in my dream.
It is hard to stop tears during the season, and I still vaguely recall the old trip, and the past is unbearable to keep in Du Yu's voice.
looked back in shock, couldn't chase it, and a wisp of tears flew when I woke up from my dream.
A curtain of dreams hides spring scenery, the breeze with tears on both sleeves, the past is like smoke and smiles fill the world.
Remembering the old year, laughing and intoxicating in my heart, a curtain of dreams passes with the wind, and the fragrance of my sleeves accompanying tears.
vaguely arrived at the ancient city, and many past events filled my eyes with tears, like smoke, years passed by, sighing for a long time.
It is also difficult to dream without sleep in the middle of the night. I miss you, but I don’t see you crying. The past goes with the wind, leaning on the railing alone to remember the old year.
Time is like water flowing, like smoke, the past turns into thousands of tears, sprinkled into dreams on earth.
has become dust, I remember the past and think about the present deeply, and I sing sadly and tears forever, and I have many heartbroken people in my dreams.
I still vaguely hear the sound of the flute in my dreams, and when I wake up, I cry alone, like smoke, the past goes with the wind, only lovesickness and memories of the old love.
Looking back at the past, I have become empty, and I remember the past and the present are even stronger. I have a song of separation and I have been with you several times.
Li Ge's shirt is full of tears, he returns to his soul and dreams and remembers the old sad place, and the past is like smoke and cannot bear to talk about it.
When I arrived in Lingnan, I burst into tears in my heart. The past goes with the wind, and I remember the old feelings and sleep with the rain.
Remembering the old year, the past has become like smoke, and the lovesickness turns into thousands of tears, and I still vaguely beside the pillow in my dream.
Thousand years of love in the heart tears, the love in the dream of the country, the memories of the past from afar are unbearable to listen to.
In the dream, the green mountains and white hair are gone, like smoke, the past is the sky in the old days.
Time has passed by several autumns, and the past is unbearable, and lovesickness turns into a vague moon like a hook.
is like a smoke passing by the clouds, still vaguely remembering the old people, and the longing turns into a dream in the world.
is like the past, tears flowing, like smoke, past things Huaihua clouds.
I shed tears, wandering around the south of the Yangtze River, and today I remember the past like smoke passing by.
is sad about loneliness, the past sighs of wasted time, the lovesickness turns into thousands of tears, and it sheds many dreams on earth.
The leaves are hard to hold back. The dreams are surrounded by the autumn years, and the memories of the past are hard to keep.
One night, the east wind is green all over the forest, the willows are falling deep, and the collar is wet and still hear the sound of the blockade.
Tears are touching the collar along the way, and the voice, appearance and appearance are searching in the dream. The green mountains remain unchanged and still have deep love.
Enter the cold forest, the fallen leaves are floating, the grass and trees are deep, and I think of my hometown, where to find the accent of the country.
Night rain Xiaoxiang's tears are wet, there is no news at the end of the world, the flowers in the forest fall and the fragrance remains, and the dream is still vaguely filled with deep affection.
When the forest is dark, there is a unique sky, and the frost and dew are all the way to the front of the mountain.
Tears and rains are always related to love, the sound in the dreams is high in the mountains and clouds and mist, and deeper in the dew, heavy in the sound of insects.
Tears are touching the collar of the season, and the distant voices are deep, and the birds in the forest are as deep as their hometown.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
