Two lines of tears, half a round of bright moon shining on the west window, lovesick night, blowing down poplars and frost.
A round of bright moon acacia sent away people, went with the wind, and the night was deep in the four seas.
Why, the poplar catkins went three thousand miles, and I returned them.
Yang Hua falls to the end of the wicker new, day and night the east wind does not see spring, the most is away from the intestines of the broken place, a round of bright moon shines on the lonely grave.
When I returned, outside the thousands of mountains in the dream of the breeze and bright moon, it was the poplar flowers that fell all over the pond.
When to take care of my body, the breeze is incomprehensible and sends people away, Yang Hua intends to follow the flowing water, and the lovesickness runs day and night.
Poor wind and rain poplar lonely day, the most away from the bright moon in front of the window.
Flowers are another spring, and the night is not dissociated, according to my body.
Away from the empty melancholy, the bright moon wanders in the dream, this night is lovesick, and I don't see Yang Hua coming into the house.
The bright moon came to send each other, and in the eyes of tears, Yang Hua returned in spring, and the night was more affectionate.
Alluring the city, illuminating the night sky, the stars are full of wisps falling into the cup.
After a few years, the wind and rain are shaky and sleepless, and the moon is empty, where are the Yiren together.
The wind and rain are close to Qingming, the pear blossom dream cannot be realized, and there is no sleep in the middle of the night to tell the love.
Sleepless tossing and turning, the Yiren leaned on the railing alone, and the prosperous stars accompanied the king.
Outside the clouds and mountains, sleepless and mourning alone, the sky is full of stars like rain, and the water is a disaster.
Prosperity is not spring, near dusk, where to find people in the middle of sleepless nights.
The wind and clouds are full of sorrow, when will it be closed, sleepless and empty to the moon, where are the Yiren looking for the marquis.
Sleepless in the middle of the night and alone idiot, where do the Yiren send lovesickness, the autumn wind blows down the sky can be known.
If you don't return home, look at the moon, fill the world, and fall plum blossoms hand in hand.
The moon sets and the stars sink into the night, the sky is full of wind and dew wet clothes, sleepless tossing and turning is difficult to sleep, and the Yi people are in front of them in their dreams.
The fragrance of osmanthus flowers is blown off in the full moon sky, and the sleepless people are the most in the distance.
Disturbed sleepless, in front of you, you will never regret the prosperity, and the starry sky will accompany you.
Where are the Yiren looking for flowers, the sky is full of stars in the middle of the night, and I don't know whose house the flowers fall in.
The general situation, the moon is full and the heart shines on the night, and the tossing and turning sleepless can walk in the water.
The leaves are full of sky, and the residual red falls into the homesick dream in the middle of the night, and the moon returns.
The moon is self-evident, where to tell the heartfelt feelings, the autumn wind blows down the sky and the heart is uneven.
Tear wipes, sleepless tossing and turning stars scattered with the wind, looking for a soulmate.
The heart is alone in the starry sky, sleepless thoughts of hometown, and dreams are traveling.
The autumn air is clear all over the sky, the west wind blows down the small window, the sleepless is the most lovesick, and the Yiren laughs in the dream.
Sleepless leaning on the railing, the Yiren do not see tears, blowing off the sycamore leaves, when the bright moon shines on the sky.
Water**, homesickness, the stars are twinkling, and the autumn wind blows off the fragrance of osmanthus.
Crying at night, fighting is vast, lovesick and bitter, and I don't see Yiren falling asleep.
If you want to enjoy the pear blossoms full of snow, falling into the dust, it is difficult to dream, and I only hope that the Yiren will enter early.
When the sleepless night goes away, the red is incomprehensible, and the sky is full of sorrow.
Independent small bridgehead, sleepless tears in the middle of the night, the sky full of stars twinkling, the breeze blows down a few sorrows.
The breeze will go through the year tomorrow, a line will lead, the spring is just right, the flowers bloom and the moon falls.
I can't sleep at night chanting poems to the moon, the flowers bloom and smile, the mountains and rivers meet my friends, and the breeze will accompany me tomorrow.
Dou fragrant, the moon is full and the West Building is ruthless, and the flowers are intentional, and I am in Xiaoxiang.
The flowing water and mountains are played, dancing and dancing, raising a glass to invite the moon in the sky, and dreaming of drunken flowers.
The wind and clouds are light, the shadow of a river is swaying, the red and purple are competing for spring, and the branches are full of flowers.
Idle fishing month, red and purple compete for Fangfei, bosom friends are here, and tomorrow's breeze will accompany me.
The red fairy is mortal, the bosom friend meets, and the breeze is accompanied by the wine pot tomorrow.
The priest's house, the breeze tomorrow dreams of the moon in front of the window, and the flowers on the mo.
The two sleeves are breezy and a wisp of smoke, the mountains and flowing water play the strings, the red and purple spring are always there, and the moon and stars are sleepless.
Before going to the window, the mountains vaguely knew my intentions in my dreams, and the breeze lingered.
The purple branches are full of branches, the moon falls and the stars move a few degrees in autumn, and the flowing water is ruthless and the flowers are intentional, and I don't understand my sorrow.
Flowing water, high mountains, bright rain, do not know the year, flowers bloom and the moon falls, and the world is full of beauty.
The wind is cold, the small bridge is purple and the spring is good, and people are not sleeping.
The fog covers the moon without a trace, the purple and red are always spring, where to find the high mountains, and the breeze accompanies me in the morning and dusk.
The autumn leaves fall red, people are not sleeping, where to find the flowing water and high mountains, and the breeze accompanies me to spend the Chinese New Year.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art