When will it be back? The night is shining, the sunset in the west is extremely beautiful, and the cold wind penetrates the thin clothes.
Yellow flowers are everywhere in the garden, and the garden is filled with spring. I write poems to old friends, and the frost dyes the maple forest and geese formation write the spirit.
heading south, frost dyes the maple forest full of autumn, drifting thousands of miles with the wind, and yellow flowers fall with the rain for thousands of sorrows.
The maple forest is frost dyes the moonlight cold, the geese formation is everywhere, the clouds and water are everywhere, and red leaves are falling thousands of mountains with the wind and rain.
The red leaves and yellow flowers all over the mountains are fragrant, and the geese formation is full of frost dyed in the sky.
The yellow flowers are thin, the red leaves are flying, and the frost dyes the maple forest and the geese are hard to return.
The geese formation sounded a few times cold, the maple forest became more pungent, and the red leaves fell in the mountains with the wind and rain.
All the autumn rivers are dyed, the geese are drifting across the sky with the wind for thousands of miles, and the yellow flowers are with the rain fall for thousands of sorrows.
The red leaves are lost on the way home, the bright moon and yellow flowers are full of the hometown, and the geese are shining in the sky for another year.
In September, the fragrance of yellow flowers fills the building, the red leaves in the mountains are drunk in the clear autumn, the maple forest is dyed with thousands of layers of waves, and the geese fly high and sad for thousands of miles.
Autumn colors are thick, maple forests are dyed with the red mountains, red leaves dance with the wind, and yellow flowers are everywhere in the ground melt the sun.
The maple forest is full of green mountains, and the geese are passing through Dongting , the red leaves are written in the autumn colors, and the yellow flowers are boiled in the sunset.
sentences are like the beauty of red leaves, making the wine man look like the fragrance of yellow flowers, and the geese are dyed with spring in the sky.
Last night, the yellow flowers and red leaves were known to be autumn, and the maple forest was dyed with sorrow flying high and thousands of miles away.
chasing the sunset, the maple forest is full of red leaves dancing in the wind, and the yellow flowers are everywhere with dew.
Maple forest is like fire, geese are drifting in the clouds, red leaves and yellow flowers are all around the mountains and sun.
The red leaves drifted in another autumn, the yellow flowers on the ground are sad, and the geese in the sky are like a stream of fire.
Condensing the evening dew, dyeing autumn frost, and the maple forest is full of sky writing about the sunset.
The geese flies south to the south and the autumn is cool, like the setting sun, the red leaves and yellow flowers all over the mountains are filled with dew fragrance.
The autumn is everywhere, the geese are chasing the clouds, the red leaves are dancing in the wind, and the yellow flowers are everywhere accompanying the guests to travel.
Rain hits yellow flowers and red leaves, and the maple forest is full of color and another autumn flying south.
The geese formation is in the sky and the autumn is cool, like the setting sun, the red leaves and yellow flowers all over the mountains are filled with dew fragrance.
The maple forest has a fragrance, the geese have passed Hengyang, and the red leaves and yellow flowers are covered with dew.
The water is on the side, and the Double Ninth Festival is the geese formation in the sky, the maple forest is fragrant.
The yellow flowers fall and the autumn wind rises, the red leaves fall and the night rain is cold, and the frost dyes the maple forest and the geese formation passes the clouds.
The clouds pass by, fame and fortune are grieving, the world is changing with changes, and life is short and not wasted.
A few short years of spring and autumn, no permanent responsibility for the world, and the interests of wealth and fortune are in my mind.
Things in the world are impermanent and storms pass by, life is limited and dreams are entangled, fame and fortune follow the flowing water, wealth and glory turn into smoke.
Friendship and wealth from now on, life will never be short of wealth and glory, and the world will always be vague.
The smoke and clouds pass by, the years of profit and fortune are grieving, the vicissitudes and changes, and life is short and not wasted.
Fantasy of the bumpy life, the world is full of untitled things, fame and fortune will go with the wind, wealth and glory will fall in a blink of an eye.
There are many different things in the world, and it is said that the road of life is not far away, and profit, fame, wealth and honor are in the sky.
What is the wonder of fame and fortune? If you have a confidant in glory and wealth, don’t laugh at the world as if you are a chess.
is not surprising. Who knows fame and fortune? Everything in the world is like a dream, and the bumpy life is full of poetry.
There is no joy or sorrow, and when you smile, you will be left with your fortune and fame, and you will be abandoned with glory and wealth.
There are many different things in the world, and life has been filled with spring, and profit, fame, wealth, wealth and honor.
Famous, wealth, and glory smile, don’t tell how difficult things are in life.
Glory is undesirable, but who knows the benefits? The world and life are all poetry.
Life is a game of chess, and the world is always sad, and fame, fortune, wealth and glory passes by.
has to think about it, there are shortcomings and strengths, fortune, fame, wealth and honor.
0 don’t know, it’s always appropriate, life is as proud as a chess. Don’t laugh at it.
is all passing by. All the benefits and benefits are in accordance with the wind. Why do you need to ask about the various things in the world? Be indifferent to life and be free.
Life is shorter and shorter, don’t say that the world is always wasted, fame, wealth, wealth, and glory are tragic.
The world has been vicissitudes of life for a hundred years, how short is it and how sweet it is, fame, wealth and glory passes by.
All profits, fortunes and fame are past, and glory and wealth cannot be controlled. Life is short and vicissitudes.
There are few confidants, fame, wealth, right and wrong, things in the world are like chess game, and life is indifferent to the waves.
Don’t sigh that life has passed so many autumns, and things in the world are always difficult to stop. Fame and fortune will go with the wind, and wealth and glory will flow with the flow.
There are many different things in the world and life, and there is no fear of difficulties, and the fortune and fortune are turned around.
Famous and fame are like a dream, glory, wealth and honor are cherished, and no matter how vicissitudes of the world are.
A dream of glory lasts for a long time, and both profit and wealth are forgotten, and the world and life are immeasurable.
refused to drink, but felt that the clothes were a little bit, and the guest came to persuade me to wash away all the dust in the world.
The lights are dim and the green is covered with green lights. When will the guests return? The owner raises his glasses together without realizing it.
Another spring, the blue hair is stained with snow and dust, sitting alone in front of the window, the moon is vaguely the master in the dream.
Returning home in glory is another spring, the master is kind and kind, and he is looking for it in the dream of green mountains and green waters.
The master invited me to be stained with Buddha's marks, but the pilgrims didn't know that a ray of dyed the morning and evening.
New wine sauce, old fishing boat, wearing clothes and sitting alone on the owner's blank head.
Don’t chat in spring, blowing rain to dye the fancy, Wuyi Lane owner’s soul dream is gone.
When the cold is cold, the body becomes thinner, the owner is full of love and is drunk in the frost forest, and the guest is tired and leaning on the building in a foreign land.
Blue hair and white hair are sparse, and it is difficult for a long time to live in another place to avoid being married. It is difficult for the owner to return soon.
Only when the guest road is around, I know how lonely it is. The local accent has not changed to the dust. I sit alone in front of the window with my clothes, and a ray of light shines on my master.
Shadowed in color clothes, the owner invited me to be drunk with the beauty, dyed the south bank of the river, and willow catkins fly to see the guests back.
Last night, the east wind called the master, put on my clothes and watched the spring in the garden, the pink peach blossoms and green willows welcome new guests, and the swallows dance and orioles sing in the old dust.
The frost is thick in autumn, the guests from all over the world look forward to returning home, and it is difficult to control the master's affection and friendship.
The sparse shadow is still stained with dust, and the owner of the fairy in plain clothes planted it with his own hands.
The spring breeze blows my clothes, the owner’s affection is green, the forest is dyed by the green waters, and the tired birds return home in a foreign land.
The master is a companion, the fairy is wearing snow, and the guest comes, don’t say that the east wind is stained with green light.
The frost dyes the maple forest as red as fire, the wind blows the passenger road as cold as a knife, and the owner carries a heavy burden without realizing the clothes.
Don’t think about your home, right and wrong, why bother complaining about the slanting sunset as your belt gets wider?
The belt is getting wider and wider. You don’t know that love is heavy and my heart is infatuated. The spring breeze dyes green and flows all over the poem.
The rain is cold and bleak, the dust cannot be brought back, the guest dream is thousands of miles away, and the hometown heart is first dyed a little far away.
One night, the east wind is green and the willows are coming, and the spring clothes are not yet untied. The master welcomes me back.
Live in a foreign land and miss your hometown. Your temples sigh at the passing years. Your clothes are getting looser and you continue your relationship with others.
Dao bones brush against the clouds, the master is not my master, and who knows the common people in the country?
Open the bamboo door and put my clothes on. The guest came to persuade him to drink but didn't know how red and dyed the mud.
Once you enter the world, you will be Zen. You will grow old and never know the year. You want to learn from the Buddha's heart.
is free to think, the year is about to end, the spring breeze is getting warmer, the flowers are fighting for you, the Zen bed is free from dust and dreams are still there.
After returning to the Buddha's name, I sent my eyes to the ends of the world, and the autumn wind grew older and jasmine flowers bloomed.
A night of autumn wind is getting cooler, and the Zen bell vaguely sends the setting sun, looking at each other never get tired of the distant clouds and mountains, and visiting the world is the hometown.
Loneliness covers the door, gradually getting older and having a life like a dream, and there is no trace of smiles when you look at each other.
html Wasted by the age of 0, and understood that life is shorter and more, gradually getting older with autumn colors, and the Zen heart has been grinding with the moonlight.Three thousand songs are turned horizontally, looking at each other, the temples are silent, the feeling is getting older, and the Zen lamp shines white.
is getting older and wandering in the world, and it is difficult to get rid of the lonely Zen. I see each other in the past when my white hair is in the world.
Learn to escape from Zen for nothing, gradually realize the three flavors of life in the world, and the gods and immortals are born in the same age.
I am not happy with each other, and the world is indefinite, who will participate in it? I gradually grow old with autumn scenery, and the Zen heart is already full of moonlight.
is involved in creation, and nothing can be contrary to each other. Over the years, I gradually realized that my poetry and emotions have decreased, and I want to ask about my slim fat.
The west wind gradually rises and water flows across the sky, drifting like entering Zen. Don’t say that lovesickness has been turning for another year.
The ancient temple Zen bell is getting hazy in the green water, and I want to follow the Buddha in a dream.
The green trees are like asking each other, the green mountains are like you can catch, and the feelings are gradually getting older are sent to Jiangnan .
The Holy Dynasty politicians are happy to meet the grand princes and marquis of the prosperous era, and the years are getting older and older, and the bells are sent to the late autumn.
The old invaded and searched, sitting late at night, the bright moon has feelings and no matter what, only the heart is touched.
-- Zheng Huixian #Telebrity Creation Challenge#
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