The beauty of the moon on earth and the sky is shared by this moment, I pity you, the bright moon shines on the clear pond.
Leave old hatreds and new resentments in nothing, pity the flowers and love the fallen reds, looking at the beauty of the moon from afar, the two hazy in the sky.
The moon is full of the moon, the two of them are connected in the sky, Chang'e loneliness and loneliness are self-pity.
The sky is green and the ground is red. Don’t say that the setting sun fills the east of the Yangtze River overnight.
Covering the sun and covering the sky for thousands of miles, floating clouds pass by, and the setting sun is full of tears.
The green mountains are dusk, the west wind is full of autumn, a few floating clouds cover the view, and half of the waning moon covers the tall buildings.
The cold smoke rises, and a wisp of setting sun sets in the distant mountains, and the thick shade of the sun disperse all the blue sky.
Floating clouds pass by, and dreams will eventually become dreams. The sun is always sad. Don’t say that the setting sun is infinitely good, and the west wind blows the young and old.
is a shady covering the sun and the sky, and the floating clouds dissipate a touch of red like fire, and it is suspected that the west wind is pouring out a huge storm.
rolls wildly, the setting sun shines silently for thousands of miles, the black smoke covers the eyes, and the floating clouds dissipate and the rainbow bridge appears.
Haze covers the sun and locks in the sky. When the clouds are floating in the sky, don’t say that the setting sun is infinitely good, and the west wind blows the red river.
The setting sun shines on the mountains and rivers like blood, and the west wind is cold for thousands of miles a night. Don’t say that the floating clouds and leaves cover the blue sky.
Floating clouds look at the credit, the heavy building blocks the sun and does not satisfy the tourists' wishes, and still crying towards the west wind.
Crossing the mountainside, the cool west wind blows the lonely and lonely, floating clouds cover the eyes, and the sky covers the blue sky for thousands of miles.
When will the birds return? The sky is blocking the sky and the birds will not fly. Don’t say that the setting sun is extremely good. After the west wind, there will be the afterglow.
The setting sun has been with the flying geese, and the west wind has frost for thousands of miles. Don’t say that the floating clouds and green waters cover the sky.
The sun is covered with thick shade and clouds. Don’t say that there is a clear river after the setting sun.
A touch of lights the mountains and rivers, the west wind falls and leaves are deserted, and the clouds and mists cover the blue sky.
The west wind blows the fallen flowers, the setting sun shines through the window screen, and the thick shade covers the sun and clouds send the sunset.
Let’s travel, the sun is bright and autumn, the wind and rain are shining on China.
Where the sun shines, colorful clouds fly, and a bright moon raises a cup together.
shines on the river city, floating several times, waiting for the bright sunshine like flowers, the spring light will accompany you through thousands of miles.
shines through the screen windows, the sky is clear, and the bright moon does not know that the wind and rain are close to the ocean.
000 miles Yangtze River A boat, the clouds are clear and the sun is bright, and when will the wind and rain shine on me?
The bright moon is full of the windows and can be sent far away. The city is windy and rainy, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the sun shines brightly on the mountains and rivers.
Foot the bright sun, let the sky fly thousands of miles away, the bright moon is in my heart, and sail together through rain and rain.
A bright moon shines on ancient and modern times, the city is full of wind and rain, the sun is high and the sky is outside the sky, and there is no dust in the sky.
A bright moon sways several times of autumn, waiting for the bright sun to travel thousands of miles.
The journey has not been stained with dust, the sun shines brightly and storms in the same boat, and the bright moon is still with me.
When the night is still in the sky, the wind and rain are close to heavy light, and the sun shines brightly on the mountains and the mountains are covered with frost.
Cross the river, the bright moon shines on the cold window, the bright sun hangs high outside the sky, and the clear sky and geese shadows.
The sunny sky in the golden autumn season, the clear sky, the clear water, and the bright moon and the wind and rain are on earth.
Half a cup of cold, wine enters the sorrow and tears flow, I have passed away and my heart is not regretful, the wind and rain are swaying near the setting sun.
The moon is approaching, the night is still in the middle of the sky, and the worries of the rest of the year are overwhelming, and the wine is filled with cups and plates.
Looking back on the bad news of the remnant year, I raised my glasses with a pot of turbid wine.
and drink with a glass of wine, pour it in, and wait until the storm and rain are approaching dusk.
The Mid-Autumn Festival equinox is particularly round, and the shadow is alone in the lingering year. I raise my head and send it to the cup and the pillow.
It’s another Double Ninth Festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and people are not drunk. The cup is filled with five flavors and still have a long meaning.
Poetry and wine reward three friends, don’t let the cup and plate bear the rest of your life, why ask about the way home when you are close to the water?
A cup of clean water washes the dust, half a cup of fragrant tea and wine, don’t say that you have no ambition in the remaining years, and the sunset is approaching dusk.
Near the building, I am sad again in the remnant year, and I can’t sleep at the third hour, and a cup of bright moon comes into the window.
The spring light in the remaining years is like the passing water, and people are getting closer to dusk and sadder. A pot of turbid wine invites the bright moon, and the cup of flowers is not empty.
I can’t understand the three-point wine, it’s hard to pour a cup of tea in the world, and my mood is chaotic.
and exchange cups of poems and books for wine money. Looking back on the end of the year, it is almost dusk.
The remaining years follow the passing of water. People are like the bright moon and can’t get drunk with wine. The turbid tears fill the cup and can’t bear to shed.
Poetry thoughts turn into a slap in the old age, and the banana leaves are hit by the rain.
When the wine is over, I can't relieve my worries. I just keep drinking. I suddenly heard another autumn in the distance.
The chrysanthemum is yellow, so why bother? When you meet a close friend with wine, you will smile.
Poetry and wine destroy the morale, the beauty is in a mess, and how many years have passed since the smile of the old age.
Drunk in the river pavilion, the city is bright and never sleeps. Don’t say that there is no good dream in the rest of the year, and the peach blossoms are still close to Qingming.
It’s another year that rains sorrows, and the pear blossoms are covered with tears flowing on the ground in Qingming Festival.
The rain passes and the sky is clear The grass and trees are growing, and the seasons are arousing lovesickness, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground to worship the ancestors’ temple on Qingming Festival.
The willow hair on the Qingming Festival, who will fall with tears, and the wind and rain will bring you less youth.
Rain is like silk, the season is late, one night pear blossoms poems are flying everywhere.
0,000 pear trees bloom overnight, and the Qingming Festival is everywhere, and the world comes to dreams with the wind.
Sacrifice to the heroic spirits, the wind blows tears, and there are thousands of pear blossoms, and after Qingming Festival, it will be cloudy and clear.
The fragrance floats on the red medicinal tree, the sound of the rings moves the crape myrtle flowers, and the whispers of the slightest sings without feeling the crimson gauze wet.
The swallows return and the drizzle is soft, the spring breeze blows on the face, the willow smoke is drizzling, silently moistens things quietly, and the green mountains are covered with green clothes.
Lingbo dance colorful clothes, the oriole sounds and smiles shyly, and lightly opens the red lips with rain.
The sound of autumn is far away, the belt is getting wider and the people have not returned, where is the smoke? The small building is slightly cold and the moonlight is cold.
The night is vast, the wind is gentle on the path, the fragrance of plants and trees is fragrant, the spring dream is awakened by the sound of cuckoo, and I sit up and watch the setting sun.
The gauze is wet with mist, the swallows fly in the sound of cuckoo, and the peach blossoms blow on the face and the mist of rain.
The spring breeze and drizzle are soft, the peach blossoms fall and moisten things quietly come, and the swallows carry mud to repair their old clothes.
Blowing the guest clothes, sending spring back in the sound of cuckoos, and it is not clear that it is going to be late, and the setting sun is drizzling with rain.
The world knows that water is always suitable, the drizzle of the south bank of the river, and the slight waves and breezes block the north.
The jade tower and golden palace lock on the smoke, a dream on earth is faint, and the sound of Du Yu is covered with rain on the ground.
The bandwidth of the Yangtze River in the thousand-year-old ancient temple, the drizzle and mist and the slightest ripples among the water and clouds.
The rain is wet in the clothes during the season, and the sound is still the only one who returns, and the east wind on WeChat is like snow willows and smoke.
The night rain in the south of the Yangtze River is sad, and where can I send my clothes to the world? The local accent has not changed and I still see the guests back.
Flowers bloom first, go up to the high platform, and linger in the mist and rain.
is so enchanting, crossing the small bridge, the willows are vaguely playing the flute.
Guests are thinking about home, Chang'an Tears are already hanging, last night the clothes are still covered with snow, and it is the time when the flowers fall in the south of the Yangtze River.
knocked on the window for a long time and it didn't open. The spring breeze sent guests upstairs, and the clothes were unresolved and Jiangnan came to dream.
The bleak man in the army looks north, the mist and rain are desolate, and the Hakka Mountain is heartbroken from the end of the world.
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are in the dark, and the wind is on the verge of thousands of miles away. Before the arrival of Xiangguan, when will the guest road be opened?
has fallen into a guest, tears flow before he meets his confidant, his beauty fades away, and his dream is misty rain tower in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jade bones and ice skin are not stained with dust, and frequent guests come from all over the world, and the clothes still carry three points of snow, living up to the first spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
Who puts the clothes and mist and rain in the vastness, and the spring breeze does not relieve the dream of blowing flowers.
The mist and rain are falling, and the clothes of thousands of miles have passed by the years and people are not old. Don’t urge me to send guests to you in the spring breeze.
Xiaoxiang sent the guest over, tears filled his cheeks without saying a word, and his clothes were not clear about Jiangnan's dream.
People are not old, and interested customers can't sleep. The clothes of the train still have the setting sun. Another year in the south of the Yangtze River in my dream.
Last night, today's clothes were cut, and the two sides were wandering around the north, and the spring breeze was not lonely.
Meet an old friend, and before we meet each other, tears wet before we speak, the beauty fades away, and it is the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River again.
A dress in a military uniform is fascinating at night, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is sad, and it is pitiful that the soulmates in the world refuse to leave.
The mist and rainy clothes in the south of the Yangtze River are different, and there is no permission for people leaving Dongfeng Pass.
White as snow, hair is like frost, and the clothes still bring Jiangnan to the hometown.
has not been allowed to leave, so why should I ask if I stay or not? I am preparing for the mist and rain of the battle.
The first rain is falling, and it is hard to hear the willows in the south of the Yangtze River. The autumn wind has not been willing to cross the stream bridge.
Peach blossoms bloom in March, the clothes of thousands of miles of dynasty come and snow comes, and the spring breeze has not yet passed by old friends for a long time.
I don’t know where my hometown is, I only talk endlessly and hide my words. I can pick up all the wonderful sentences at will, and I look back and smile all over the courtyard.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
