Last night the west wind fell into the cold dream, the cold moon shone in the clear autumn, the yellow flowers did not dissipate, and the red leaves fell in love with the sky.
The yellow flowers on the ground can’t bear to see, the red leaves on the mountains are pitiful, the most affectionate thing in the autumn, and the west wind comes to your eyes overnight.
Yin and Yang are at a close distance. I can’t see you from the end of the world. Where can I find the flowing water and mountains? When the fallen flowers are in spring again.
One night the spring breeze swept the fallen flowers, the small bridge and flowing water surround others, There are no fragrant grasses everywhere in the world, , there are dusk crows in the south of the Yangtze River.
Donalds pass by like smoke, innocent and leisurely, spring breeze turns into rain and nourish peaches and plums, autumn moon condenses frost and orchestra.
Don’t say that innocence is not worth it. Where are the gods in the dust? Today, I will be a free guest, sleeping drunk in the flowers and turning into wine.
A volume of poetry and books is deeply moved. The wind and rain come at night to wash away the dust. The tears of my green shirt are wet. I still hear the sound of green silk in my ears.
The night is quiet and the sun is still chanting alone, a curtain of dreams enters the depth of autumn, the breeze blows on the face and the sleeves, and the bright moon sends good sounds in the sky.
Tears drops of shark gauze pearls and jade fall, heartbroken people are in the bright moon, affectionately since ancient times, and a song of clear regrets has never been poor.
Song, the pharynx orchestra is clear and clear, the dancing willows are green and passionate. At that time, tears fell on the red gauze handkerchief, and the dream of missing you was not fulfilled.
The night is hazy until dawn, and the clear light shines all over the ground. I raise my glass to write poems to the moon, and the wind brings the fragrance of flowers into my dreams.
The clouds are light and the wind is light again. I recite poems and express my idle sorrow to the moon. The clear light shines beyond the mountains, and tears flow until dawn.
Fortunately, there is a long message from the horoscope. When will the end of the world be stopped? The red leaves all over the mountains will go with the wind, and the yellow flowers will flow with the water.
The red leaves in the autumn mountains reflect the setting sun, and the yellow flowers everywhere are particularly fragrant. I look at the far end of the world and the road to return to the end of the world. When will the bride return to my hometown?
Last night, the west wind blew the tears, and tonight the bright moon shone away from people. In the dream of lovesickness, a ray of clear light sent to my soul.
Don’t say that the moon is cold tonight, tears wet your clothes little by little, a wisp of fragrant soul goes with the wind, and you can still vaguely reach your hometown in your dreams.
days high clouds and fresh water sways, rain hits banana sleepless at night, wanting to send far away books without words, the wind blows red leaves falling in front of the window.
The rain knocks on the spring dreams and shocks the restless night, the clouds roll in the autumn sounds into the small building, the wind moves the pearl curtains and the flowers are chaotic, and the lovesickness sends the distant moon like a hook.
The most lovely person is Xinghua Village. Take a branch and send it to you from afar. Don’t say that the grass is green in the world, and the garden is still fresh in spring.
Where is my home in the end of the world? Spring goes and autumn comes, and my temples are bright, and I have broken a branch without giving it to me. But people have tears like numbness.
I don’t see the old prosperity again. The spring breeze came to my house overnight. I still remember the peach and plum trees last year, but now they bloom all over the back garden.
The spring breeze of willows are green and uneven, so the temples are already thin when they come back, and the flowers fall, birds cry, people are not seeing each other. When was the same today last year?
When a red apricot appears, you will not hold on to the east wind. The spring scenery will lead to the aging of people easily, so don’t complain about the melancholy and the foolish flowers.
Last night, the east wind blew the willows, and a red apricot tree appeared late. Whose girl was crazy about the spring scenery and secretly asked the prophet among the flowers.
In my dream, I am vaguely home, my beauty is far away from the water, Weiyang Palace outside the autumn wind blows, and there are two lines of endless tears of lovesickness.
I burst into tears after falling in love with you. I slept alone in the middle of the night. My beauty didn't know where to go, and I vaguely came to you in my dream.
The snow falls thousands of mountains and trees are broken. When will the burial flower besieged? The beauty’s tears are gone and the hatred remains. The dream is still vaguely the old year.
The golden wind brings joy into the tower, and you will feel drunk and sleep in your dreams. The bright moon is nowhere to go, and old friends come from all over the world.
A curtain of dreams until dawn, monkeys play the world with light, the willow branches on the moon and the flowers are shading the shadows, and the clear light shines all over the river.
Group of monkeys play with climbing high trees, lonely geese look at the distant mountains in the sky, the clear light is infinitely beautiful, and a bright moon shines on the world.
The clouds are light and the wind is light again. I recite poems and express my idle sorrow to the moon. The clear light shines beyond the mountains, and tears flow until dawn.
Who will I send to you endless lovesickness? Jade flute blow in Weiyang Palace. The beauty has gone for three thousand years, and dreams are always infatuated.
