The dreamer is already late at night, and a dim light can't hide the wet marks of tears.
The night is hazy, and the affection is getting richer. The dog barking sounds and people are missing, leaving the bright moon shining on the sycamore tree.
The rooster crows and the dog barks, there is only one person walking in the mountains, with red lights and green wine and clothes until the fifth update.
Going up the tall building alone to look at the falling sun, startling the partridges flying, the lights are red, the wine is green, the wind is cold and the clothes are covered with tears.
The lights shaking red and the night is open, the fairy in plain clothes is coming down to the jade platform, the barking sounds shockingly and sending the moon to the moon.
blowing the guest clothes, reading curtains under the lights late at night, Laozi has no talent, and there are barkings from time to time to know who it is.
Suddenly heard the barking of a dog in the middle of the night, leaving the bright moon shining on the lonely city, the dim lights and thin people can't sleep, and the heavy clothes are exposed and the dream cannot be achieved.
The sound of the world is alone in the sky, and the sun is slanting, and the lights are quiet at night and I sit and enjoy fragrant tea.
idle knocking on the flat and tone sentence, counting in front of the window to break the third update of the dream, and sighing at the screen alone.
roars away from the world, the shadow of the moon slanted, and climbing the tall building alone startled a group of crows.
sound corresponds to the sound. It was cold in the clear night, and a dim lamp was not asleep. People were wearing clothes and sat up until the end of the day.
When the moon is bright late at night, people don’t know the sound, and a dim light cannot withstand the cold wind.
The night is slightly cool, the belt is getting wider and the hair is dyed with frosty, the sound is so loud that people cannot sleep, leaving the bright moon shining on the west wing.
Going up the tall building alone to look into the distance, suddenly you hear the barking of a dog, and the lights and wine are red and the tears are returned home.
The lights and wine are green and return home is not free, and the barking sounds in the middle of the night, the moon climbs the tower alone.
Shadow of the sycamore tree, cricket 4 sounds, hugging your knees and sitting until dawn.
Get up and sit down at night, remembering old friends in front of the lamp, and congratulating the New Year in the sound of firecrackers.
hugged her knees leisurely, sitting and listening to the pleasant stream, people are intoxicated, and the shadows of flowers shake red into the deep dream.
Silently the moonlight is high, the lonely lamp shines on its own, and sits up and lowers its head and tears are like a tide.
The lights are dim and the moon is slanted, the sound of insects is intermittent and the window screen is shining. I hugged my knees and sighed that I was sleepless. I sat and watched the fireflies enter my house.
Until dawn, I can’t sleep with my knees, and the sound of autumn shocks the guest’s pillow, and the shadow of the window lights moves and leaves.
Put on your clothes and hug your knees and sleepless at night. Sitting and watching the galaxy fall in the sky, people cannot sleep in the sound of wind and rain, and the moon is full in the shadow of the sycamore tree.
The sound of rain drizzles, the wind blows through the small window, and the shadows are swaying, and I sit up and ponder and sigh.
I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and sighed and walked with tears in my eyes. Suddenly I heard my neighbor's mother beside the shadow.
chants new poems, sit around and drink to say goodbye to the old year, and red plum blossoms bloom in the shadow of fireworks.
Scream broke the sorrow of spring, shaking the red tower, sitting in front of the green mountains and hugging your knees and wandering leisurely.
The hazy moon shadow moves high in the tree, the gentle sound of orioles enters the small building, and sits in the river with your knees and sings for a long time.
The clouds and water are wide, the moonlight is cold, and the sound of pine trees and cranes are chirping. Which beach is the clear stream?
Sitting against the lonely lamp, sleepless at night, shed tears in her mouth, and suddenly sheds a single figure outside the window.
The night is deep, the red moon is shaken in half, and people sit until the third hour, and they can't sleep, hug their knees and sigh again at dusk.
Sit faces the green mountains and watches the setting sun red, and the dog barks a few times into the sky light.
hugged her knees and sighed deeply at night, and she sang alone in her clothes. Tears in the shadows in the sound of wind and rain cannot be stopped.
The sound of the orioles is shallow in the grass, the shadow of the geese is deep in the white clouds, and I sit in my spare time and chant the piano under the moon forever.
Another third update, the dream cannot come true, and the dust and years of time are less clear.
The mountains are high and the roads are far away and the water is connected to the sky. The lights are bright and the night is not sleepy, and the fragrance of willows and flowers is turning around for another year.
Good article, the poem is long when you walk, the fragrance of willows and flowers is intoxicating, and the stars are changing and the rhyme is melodious.
Everything is rugged and empty, there is no need to sigh at the end of the journey in the bright future, the flowers bloom, the willows bloom, the stars are sparse at night.
The willows are dark and the flowers are red. The stars are changing and the fights are turning several times. I know that time is driving people to grow old, so why fear the wind and frost stain the dust on the road.
The stars are sparse and the moon is clear, the flowers are fragrant and the willows are flowing and the water is winding, and the lights are dim and bright.
New green leaves, the road turns to the peak and return to another village, the flowers are red and the spring is full of joy, the stars change the years and the deep.
0 The road of the world is rugged and difficult. Knowing that the destiny is uncontrollable, the flowers bloom and the willows are dark, and the moon is bright and the stars are sparse at night is deeper.
Spring thoughts are dark and the feelings are far away, night dreams are sparse and the mood is long, and next year, the peach blossom road is almost hesitant.
The stars are sparse and the night is thick, the flowers are fragrant and the willows are dark, and the wind is gone, and the rainbow hangs in the sky tomorrow morning.
The same color is bright, the lonely sail is far away and the road is hard to walk, where is the dark willows? The moon is cold and the stars are rare to dream.
sings and walks, the green mountains are particularly bright, the willows, flowers, flowers, bees and butterflies dance, the sky is high, the clouds are light, the moon is wide, the stars are horizontal.
The flowers are red and the willows are dark and the Double Ninth Festival, the stars move forever, and the road is full of vicissitudes of life and the sky is clear.
Stars move and the fruit turns into flowers and flowers, and there is a bright moon on the road.
The plum blossoms are white, the pedestrians are acquainted with each other, the willows are dark, the orioles are singing, the moon is falling, the autumn wind is fierce.
The wind and dust are far away from the dream, and who will the thoughts of half a lifetime have to be clear to you, the flowers and willows are in the dark, the stars are still sinking at night.
There is no ground, there is another sky, and the spring breeze will accompany you all the way next year.
year old preface update, and it is also breeze, and the road of life is not clear.
A moonlit night, the dragon roars white clouds, the flowers and willows darken, the spring is beautiful, the stars change year by year.
Peaks go back another journey, the clouds bloom and the fog disappears and the moon is bright at the beginning, the flowers are fragrant and willows are dark, the mountains are green geese fall into the stars.
The willows are dark, the flowers are in the lingering autumn, the moon is hazy, the windows are bright, the mountains are clear and the mountains are high.
All year round is too hurrying, and lovesickness is broken, and the right way is vicissitudes.
The love mother is suffering, how can the world relieve the worries of the descendants? Time is like flowing water, and when will the end of the world be broken?
I don’t know the world, why bother to make lovesickness in the world? A glass of turbid wine passes through the heart, and the years are in a hurry and regret is too late.
Years are rushing and passionate, and there are pillars of the world.
The sound of the golden gate jade leaking, the rush is not resolved, and the pain of parting is blown away.
All the sorrow of parting is a lot of pain, don’t hate two or three times, the dream of missing you in a hurry will not come true.
A ray of light, don’t hesitate when you are short, your heart will turn and you will have to break. Time frosty in your hair.
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 is accompanied by shadow, where can I find a soulmate in the world? Time is like flowing water, wine enters the sorrow and tears fill my heart.
Wine and meat don’t feel sweet when you penetrate the intestines. After another year of rush, there are great immortals in the world.
It takes no time to work hard in the world, and the years are rushing to write poems.
This feeling is hard to come true, and the dream is hard to come true, and the blood is in a hurry and tears are flowing.
has always been bitter, there is no place to miss you, and it is unknown when you are in a hurry.
Another spring has passed, I have tried all the bitterness and sorrow in my heart, and I believe that there is wisdom in the world.
Worry about the past, the time is so rushing, the life is short, and the world is so short.
Mo Yan The world is hard and hard, I hope there is less loneliness in the world, and the years are as hurry as water, and I will be happy to search my heart and scrape my stomach and enjoy it.
surrounds my home, the morning breeze wakes up the sky, the sunset returns late, and a touch of sunset shines on the trees.
The wind blows the willows and the orioles wake up, the smoke surrounds the mountain village, the sunset at dusk, and the sunset shines on the courtyard gate.
Sitting alone in front of the small window, a touch of sunset is red all over the sky, and a few wisps of smoke in the cooking stove wake up the immortal in my dream.
The sunset is setting and the dusk is looking at the distant mountains. I wake up drunk and I don’t know how many threads are surround the village.
Smoke surrounds the roof beams, chickens crow and dogs bark at the sunset, and trees sway in the sunset.
I still wake up from knocking on the window, and a few strands of surround the mountain pavilion, and the sunset is the most sunset in the screen.
Drizzle fell in front of the window at dusk, a touch of sunset is red all over the sky, and a few wisps of smoke in the cooking stove wake up from the back and sleepless.
Down clouds and sky, people have not returned, and the bell rings in the mountains in the middle of the night.
A few wisps of smoke from cooking cooks enter the picture, blowing the beginning of the dream, and the evening is the sunset that makes tears.
Peach blossom rain, smoke from cooking cooking enters the picture, don’t say that there is no good scene at dusk, and the sunset is even more special than the sunset.
Don’t sigh that the evening lights are more romantic at dusk, and the moon is like a hook when the smoke rises.
Don’t say that the sunset is extremely beautiful, it is even more red than the sunset, and the morning bell and evening smoke boils into the smoke.
Whose home is from the beginning? Only then do you know that the sun has set, don’t say that the dusk is still shining all over the sky.
urges people to wake up, and surrounds the village, and it is the evening when it is dusk and another round.
Down at dusk, the evening breeze is cool, the dusk is vast, the sunset, and a few wisps of smoke and dogs bark to wake up the mountain country.
The small mountain village, the fragrance of flowers awakens people, the sunset and dusk return late, and the sunset is setting and another round.
vaguely woke up, and the smoke from the cooking stove was spring again, and sitting alone at dusk in the sunset was intoxicating.
Sunset and dusk, leaning alone on the building, the sunset is setting, the water flows eastward, a wisp of smoke from cooking is gone with the wind, and after waking up, I realize that my dream has stopped.
A year is approaching the sunset, sitting alone at dusk to wake up the dream of peach blossoms, and a few wisps of smoke enter the gallery.
Smokes are rising, and after waking up, you will know that the world is difficult, people are lonely at dusk, and the sunset is red in half the sky.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
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