laughter, the sound returns to the north and south to touch the heartstrings, the pleasant feelings are hard to be exhausted, and there is another year of blessing.
The drizzle silently moistens the green lotus, the frogs croak and sing new songs with the ears, the clear song goes with the wind, and you still don’t cry when you want to speak.
The Qing Shang sound is graceful, the poems and chants are sonorous, and the new sounds and ancient strings and songs surround the painting beams.
Don’t smile when you want to speak, it seems like you used to be, and the songs are pleasant and silently moisten your heart.
Cicadas are loud and noisy, autumn insects are smiling and smiling now, and the setting sun shines on the blue waves.
The melodious birds sing, silently moisten the living things, swallows dance, orioles sing, willows speak lightly and lightly.
A farewell for fifteen years, reunion is silent and shed tears, laughter and joy, homesickness and love in the dream.
The fragrance is faint, the charm is lingering, and the song is pleasant and the laughter is everywhere.
The drizzle silently moistens the grass, the pleasant birds sing, the sound, appearance, smile, and tears in the past.
I can’t bear to listen, the sound of falling flowers outside the window, the sound, appearance, smile, and tears are gone.
A song is clear and clear, and the silent moistening things are carefully savored.
Yin and Yang are in order and speechless, all the sounds are all there, and the sounds are pleasant and the sounds are so pleasant that the swelling waves have been going to this day.
The melody is filled with my heart, and the sound is flowing with my pen. Don’t say that the sound and appearance are sent to China.
The sound is in the form of music, laughter is noisy, and the sound of Du Yu is accompanied by the cuckoo.
The orioles can't bear to hear it, the silent drizzle wet the silk skirt, and the sound, appearance, smile, and tears.
The feelings are far away, the music and calligraphy are long, the melodious strings and elegant rhymes are played, and the joyful smiles are drunk on the setting sun.
The sound of fallen leaves in the west wind, the sound of cicadas singing and the sound of autumn, the sound, appearance, smile, and quotations from that year.
The orioles sing and the willows are filled with smoke, and another year is the sound of cuckoo. Don’t say that the sound of spring is everywhere, and the peach blossoms are bright and charming without saying anything.
Smile has become empty, and the voice is vague and distant when you want to speak. When you wake up, you are pleasantly surprised.
is quiet, the west wind is sorrowful for thousands of miles a night, the return boat is looking for the old dream, and when will the water flow and flowers fade?
One night the west wind swept the fallen flowers, the sound of autumn is bleak and the world is filled with bleakness, the water flows eastward and endless hatred, when will the boat return to the sunset?
When will the water flow and flowers fade, where will the return boat carry the passengers sorrow, and the west wind and cold rain will send new autumn.
The return boat is sad for thousands of miles, the water flows and flowers fades and does not dissipate people's wishes, blowing down the remaining reds and autumn on the ground.
It is easy to climb the tower, and the west wind is so cold that the return boat is gone. When will the water flow eastward?
A leaf floats, goes east and doesn’t look back, the west wind blows down the rain of the sycamore tree, and the bright moon never shines on the autumn.
The west wind sent you off last night, and the autumn light was different. Don’t say that the water flowed and a leaf could float.
0,000 miles of return boats go east and never look back, the west wind blows the sky and falls again.
When will the bleak end? Another autumn drift is gone, and where can I find the return boat in the years?
sways the dream of the rivers and lakes, fallen leaves drifting and flowing, and the west wind and north geese call the frost autumn last night.
The city is full of sorrow, another autumn, where can I find the return boat in the years?
Geese are everywhere, the leaves fall red, and I want to ask about the return boat that cannot be completed in the bright moon.
Following the water, where can I find the return boat? The west wind does not dissipate from people's wishes, blowing down the sycamore trees all over the ground.
Where can I find a return boat? , the Yangtze River , the west wind and the moon shine in the high autumn last night.
The west wind is bleak and the sound of geese is quiet, and autumn is floating all over the land. Where can I find a boat to return after the ruthless years?
A leaf is falling and autumn is again. The west wind has no intention of causing people to worry. The return boat goes far away and the water flows in the river.
Years have passed, the world is untainted and fragrant, a wisp goes with the wind, and the elegant charm falls leisurely in my sleep.
Frost dyes the maple forest with red leaves, geese fly south from thousands of miles away, a wisp of ink fragrance goes with the wind, and the elegant charm comes back into the dream.
Ink fragrance Qing lyrics strokes, sighing that life is not stained and ambition is hard to fulfill.
elegant rhyme and beautiful poetry, the southern style of red plum blossoms are more colorful, and the spring returns to the earth willow branches grow long.
Forever stays with the dream, never stains the newest time, and a wisp of ink fragrance sends you leisurely to old friends.
Ink fragrance is far away, the charm of the sacred hall is full of elegant charm, the flying geese formation in the sky is long, and the red maple is like fire staining the hillside.
The spring breeze grows in the willows, the green mountains are dyed with green makeup, and the fragrance of calligraphy and ink flows over the elegant charm of the courtyard.
The fragrance of calligraphy, elegant poems and lyrics, short poems express your heart and mind, and smile at the sunset.
A piece of ice heart is not stained with sorrow, the sky is wandering thousands of miles long, the fragrance of ink flows melodiously all over the world.
The autumn water flows all the time and dyes the geese return late, and a thousand wisps of ink fragrance enter the dream.
enters the line of poetry, circling the beam of the painting, and the long flow of flowers in the pen is dyed with fragrance.
The fragrance is full of people, colorful brushes bloom, and the spring breeze dyes green and reflects the sunset.
For whom can’t fall into a dream, a wisp of green hair dyed snow will go with the wind, and the elegant rhyme will make me crazy.
Everything will be over in the world, the green mountains and green waters will remain forever, and a thousand chapters of ink fragrance accompany you to sleepwalking.
A volume of poetry, calligraphy, calligraphy and ink fragrance, the elegant and elegant charm enters the chapter, long chanting and short chanting express the heart and mind, and the fragrance is not stained with dust.
is fragrant, jade bones, ice skin, ink fragrance, fame and fortune in the world, and a noble and noble person for thousands of years.
The night is thick with the sound of crickets, and the sycamore trees are hazy last month, and the sky is cool and the autumn scenery is like a clear autumn scene. I recite the wine and poems to get drunk in the evening breeze.
The leaves of the sycamore tree are yellow, but I only hear the crickets singing in the autumn light, and the evening breeze blows and knocks on the window and dreams are cool.
Autumn rain in Xiaoxiang brushes her face with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and tears flow in the sound of the leaves of the sycamore trees falling.
Crickets are cold in autumn, and the weather in the sycamore trees are cool. It’s a dream. The evening breeze blows through Yumen Pass.
is like the moon in water, the evening wind is unknown, and a tree of sycamore tree crickets are heartbroken.
Crickets and grass chirping in autumn nights, sycamore leaves fall in osmanthus fragrance, and the sky is as cool as water and evening breeze brings clear frost.
The sound of the sound is long, and the night is still in the middle of the night, a ray of clear light blows the fragrance of osmanthus.
One night, the wind blows the frost in the temples, the bright moon shines on the heart, and the leaves of the sycamore trees fall and I miss my hometown in the sound of the falling leaves.
Singing the autumn light, the leaves of the sycamore tree are yellow, the bright moon is as clear as water, and the evening breeze blows through the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
The evening breeze is gently blowing and the night is getting cooler, and the crickets on the sycamore trees outside the window are chirping.
The rain hits the paulownia tree and the night grows, the crickets tell the sadness, and the evening breeze does not relieve the sound of autumn and the dream is cool.
Crickets behind the house are clamoring, the sycamore trees are chirping in front of the window, and the night is as cool as the small building with water and bathing in the evening breeze.
is called the setting sun, frost thousands of miles away, and the boat moors the maple forest to send me back to my hometown.
The blue sky and blue sea are sailing, the geese are flying across the sky, and the boat on the river sends me back to my hometown.
Send the boat back, the long wind returns in one day, where is the blue sea and the blue sky, and the word geese in the clouds sends peace.
The red sun shines on the ship, the long wind blows the triumphant, and the blue sea and the blue sky write a new chapter.
0 million miles of long wind blows the setting sun, a river of spring water carries the return boat, and the geese fly south are broken by the railings, and the blue sea is blue and blue sky and sleepless at night.
The clear water reflects the blue sky, the geese pass by, where is the fisherman going, and the long wind brings me into the clouds.
See the word geese, the moon is bright in the sky and the cuckoo is heard, and the distance is not far away, and the long wind sends the guests back overnight.
A line of geese goes to the edge of the clouds, the sky and clear water are connected by thousands of miles. Where is the fisherman on the boat? The long wind sends me to the south of the Yangtze River.
The autumn river is warm and the boat is good, the long wind blows to send guests back, and the blue sea and blue sky geese call across thousands of mountains.
The long wind sends me a trip, a boat of bright moon and geese cannot send the word "王日" and the blue sea and the blue sky can roam.
The dragon's energy is born, the blue sea tide rises flat, the sound of geese rises, the middle stream must be steady, and the long wind will send you a journey for thousands of miles.
The moon is like a boat, the long wind sends off the passengers, where is the blue sea and the blue sky? A geese call across thousands of mountains.
A touch of setting sun is red for thousands of miles. People are in the paintings, and there is no way the sky passes through the blue sky.
Heartbroken man shines in the setting sun in the evening makeup, the word "geese" is long and the sky is where is my hometown.
The setting sun shines on the west window, the bleak and heartbreaking, and I don’t know when the word geese grows into a row.
The word "geese" is far away, and the hometown is full of people, and the heart is broken and speechless for a long time.
is the journey back, traveling thousands of miles, and the sound of the broken heart falling and the sound of the water flowing.
The small bridge head shines on the water, the word "geese" is long and the sky is where to send homesickness.
The word "geese" is long, where is the hometown? The heartbroken person is outside the world, leaning on the setting sun, looking into the distance.
Where can I forget my body? The word "geese" is long and the sky is green, and the heartbroken like blood shines on the empty courtyard.
The heartbroken place is the most sad place, the setting sun is thousands of miles away, the geese are long and the bright moon is left for whom.
The setting sun goes west and the water flows eastward, a heartbreaking song makes you sad forever, and the bright moon doesn’t know who is worried about the short words.
has a long character. I don’t know where my hometown is. I am most afraid of climbing high and looking at it. The setting sun is full of frost.
I don’t know where to find a woman. The geese are long and the sky is dark in autumn. A heartbreaking song is heartbreaking for eternal regret. The setting sun shines silently at dusk.
A clear song sends the setting sun silently, but who knows that the word geese in the clouds is his hometown.
A touch of lights the tall building, a little heartbroken and unaware of the pain of parting, the words "Spring" are always left.
How many people know the intention? What I think about for a long time is the most heartbroken and speechless.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
