In the dream, I didn't open it for a long time, and I looked at the sky and a few wisps into the windowsill.
Wake up from the dream, the chicken sings the oriental cooking smoke around the village, and the waning moon shines on the building.
Where do the words of geese go, the smoke surrounds a few houses, and the chickens sing three times and the yellow dog barks at the fence.
There is a touch of sunshine in the sky where the smoke starts, and the chicken sings three times and the dog barks at whose house.
The moonlight is cold, the night of Chaimen is over, and the stars on the horizon are twinkling, like cooking smoke.
The playing dog welcomes the guests, waiting for the master, and a few wisps of cooking smoke have sunset.
A touch of sunset red on the horizon, around the bushes, three sounds of the cottage quiet, the dog barks in front of the door to the east of the small bridge.
The smoke curls around the front road of the village, the sunset sky reflects the colorful glow, and the rooster crows three times and the host and guest enter the farmhouse.
It's not about yourself, it's not about people, and in the light of the clouds, a few wisps of mist are there.
The yellow dog at the head of the village welcomes the guests, the green rooster behind the house reports the dawn, a few wisps of cooking smoke drift in the distance, and the sky is a touch of sunset red.
The waning moon on the horizon is on the blue sky, and the rooster cries three times, and the host and guest cross the river bridge.
Around the treetops, colorful clouds float, the rooster cries to break the dream of the three watches, and the yellow dog is barking in front of the door.
Chickens and dogs dance to make a Lantern Festival, people are not seen in the sky in the barking of dogs, and the smoke is a village song.
Welcome guests, the rooster cries the hut to call people home, and the smoke curls around the sky to reflect the green and faint.
A touch of red, the smoke curls around to break the dream of the three watches, and the guests are welcomed.
It is Penglai, the clouds and mist are open on the horizon, and the chicken sings to the east and reports people from far and near.
Breaking the silence, the Chaimen dog barked with a touch of residual yang blood, and the smoke was in the sky.
The lonely shadow pavilion is dancing with fallen leaves, a touch of red dyeing, and the word goose is remnant.
The west wind is bleak and the night is bleak, the lonely shadow wanders and leans on the railing, the residual candles and tears are dry, and the lovesickness is a touch of moonlight.
A touch of dyed dusk, the fallen leaves are red to cover the old marks, wandering in the sky to the moon, and the west wind does not break the intestines.
The water flows eastward, according to the small building, the sky is against the moon, and the west wind is incomprehensible and sad.
The shadow leans on the railing, the wind is cold on the night, where to send, and the half moon shines sleeplessly.
The west wind sent dusk last night, the people in the dream, the hatred in the heart, the slanting sun is a touch of spring.
A touch of the slanting sun is scattered and the water is far away, and the poor lonely shadow is unaccompanied, only the west wind blows lonely.
The broken wall grass is barren, a touch of the slanting sun enters the drawing, wandering and thinking about the past, and the west wind is full of fallen leaves all over the imperial capital.
The lonely shadow of the small building is dusk, leaning on the door alone, where to send a lovesickness, and the residual red is full of residual warmth.
The west wind is bleak and the moon is like a hook, the lonely shadow wanders alone against the building, the residual wine is difficult to eliminate the bottom of the heart, and the slanting sun makes people sad.
Shining on the tall building, the eyes are full of redness and I don't know where to go, and I feel a little sad.
In the ruins and broken grass, blood stained red, lonely shadows wandering and thinking about the past, and the west wind was silent and tears were hazy.
The lonely shadow is on the high-rise building, the bleak west wind is a few autumns, where to send a touch of lovesickness, and the ground is full of sorrow.
At dusk again, the lonely shadow wanders alone against the door, the bottom of my heart, and the slanting sun touches the broken intestines.
A touch of the slanting sun and autumn water reflect the remnants of the moon, the end of the world, the west wind is bleak and sleepless at night.
Reflecting the red river, a touch of the slanting sun wanders where to go, full of sky.
The cold lamp is lonely and the night is three watches, the west wind blows and the rain outside the window, where to send a touch of lovesickness, and the residual candles and tears are all until dawn.
The fallen leaves are deep, the cold lamp is lonely, the cold moon is lovesick and tearful, and the heart is full of autumn frost.
A touch of reflection of the river sky, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the remnants of the water, and the lonely shadow wanders somewhere, bleak and pitiful.
The leaves and flowers are still stained, and who pities the lonely shadow and the west wind tears.
The shadow moon is hazy, where to send the acacia in the middle of the night, accompanied by the sky.
At the beginning of autumn, the lonely shadow wanders in the moonlight, the lamp is silent, and the clear light shines on the cold house.
A touch of the green mountains, autumn has been broken, the lonely shadow wanders where, the west wind is speechless and tears.
Mingyuan tree, dyed forest, the end of the world lonely shadow west wind full of tears.
The lonely shadow is deep at night, where is the cold moon and the west wind acacia, and the residual red has fallen to this day.
It is pale and yellow, and Shenzhou is a total of flowers, and the sun is full of blood.
One billion Shenzhou is competing for the wind and flowing, and the blood is thicker than the water and the sun shines on Jiuzhou.
Spring is strong, the blood reflects the red mountains, the exhibition welcomes the guests, and the sky is sunny.
The Chinese will is not rewarded, according to the thousand autumns, the righteous flag is held high in tears.
The wind and thunder under the five-star flag, a total of toasts, the sunny sun is red like fire, and the blood is as strong as plums.
The land of Shenzhou thundered, the flag spread five stars flew in the sky, and the blood cast the Great Wall jade pure dust.
The climate is different, full of mountains, in the spring breeze, the husband of China.
The ruins and broken walls are piled with blood, a touch of the slanting sun reflects the green and faint, the wind rolls the flags and falls leaves, and the land of China is full of sunrise.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art