The golden wind sends cool spots and white chrysanthemum is yellow, and the pool is shallow and deep and long.
Shine on the pool, provoke acacia, frost invades the temples and people are haggard, and it is when Chongyang chrysanthemum is released.
In the middle of the night, the grass cries up, the pool is shallow and the autumn wind is cold, and the frost flowers on the temples are full of clothes.
Shocking years, a curtain of autumn color drunk Chongyang, the pool is shallow and the fragrance of grass and trees is stopped.
The chrysanthemum is yellow, the wind blows the two temples and the shallow fish and shrimp play, and the birds are hidden.
I don't know the year, the sound of the stinger to the pillow, what day is after the autumn wind on the temples.
Crying and falling flowers, the autumn wind is cold after the pool is shallow, and there are a few frosts.
When the white hair is depressed and the chrysanthemum is gone, the light frost has fallen, and the night seems to know.
On the ninth day, Chongyang chrysanthemum is yellow, the wind blows the two temples and dyes the autumn frost, the pool is clear and shallow, the fish and shrimp play, and the mountain path is deep and the birds are hidden.
Clear and shallow reflection of dusk, several cold scorpions sing in the evening village, the people of Feishuang are not old, and there is spring after Chongyang.
Cold words, thin pools, the festival is coming, and the temples are dyed with frost.
The sun and autumn are fascinated, the temples are dyed with frost silk, the fish and shrimp play, and the grass and trees are known when the words are stopped.
The pool is clear and light chrysanthemum yellow, the night is not young, the people are old, and it is cool in autumn after the double yang.
The sound of the cold moth broke off and came to a pool, and it was the Double Ninth Festival approaching, and He Kan's temples were dyed with frost.
It is close to Chongyang again, the two temples are dyed white and yellow, the fallen leaves are watched by the pool, and the bottom of the cold grass is desolate.
The spring breeze and drizzle moisten the pool, when the stinging is singing, the white people are not old, and what is the period after the double yang.
I'm afraid to listen to the sound of the cold worm and get farther away, the pool is shallow and the flowers are gone, Chongyang is getting old, and the temples are frosting for another year.
Don't stay, the gray hair is hard to disappear with the flowing water, and the frost is another autumn.
The spotted bamboo branches shake the birds, sigh the passing years, the poor white hair urges people to grow old, and the helpless youth chases the dream.
does not change the fun of the year, the spotted sideburns still have the old feelings, the white-haired childlike heart is still there, and the dreams of the years linger.
Drifting away guests, ashamed of my youth and loneliness, what to fear, Zhu Yan does not change the old truth.
The envy of the monarch is young and white-haired, easy to get old, and his sideburns are still proud of the autumn wind.
The sideburns have been spotted, the white hair does not change, and the dream is broken.
Today, Zhu Yan has turned to ashes, where will the spotted temples return tomorrow, no one asks about the gray hair, only youth will always be with you.
The two temples are gorgeous, the youth has passed, the years are urging people to grow old, and the sunset is reflected in the mirror.
The dream of youth is far away, the white hair is full of sighs and depression, and the face has not changed the color of the year, and it is still the old days.
The blue water flows for a long time and does not change the old time, and the white-haired youth is a teenager.
I don't know how many years I have, and the spotted sideburns are getting old, and my dreams are difficult to come true.
Xiao Shu sighed lonely, his youth was free without regrets, he still remembered the courage of the year, and his face in the mirror was extraordinarily delicate.
Youth can not be stayed, it is autumn, Zhu Yan has not changed the color of the year, and the sideburns are still sorrowful.
I can't bear to look at it, I have become spotted, and I pity the gray-haired youth for 20 years.
Xiao Shu reminisced about the old tour, and his youth was helpless to remember the events of the year, but he didn't realize that Zhu Yan had dyed autumn.
Youth is gone, gray hair has been crippled first, and Zhu Yan is easy to get old and ruthless, and his sideburns are spotted.
A farewell does not change the old time, and the gray hair and youth chase dreams for no reason.
Unstained dust, not changing the old truth, gray hair urges people to grow old, accompany me poor.
Time prompts gray hair, the loss of youth, and the sideburns are still remembered Zhu Yan is no longer true.
The years of youth play old songs, give new poems, easy to get old and hard to die, who knows if there are two temples.
The autumn wind is bleak and the sideburns are spotted, the face in the mirror can't bear to look at it, and the gray hair is frequent, and the dream is difficult to come true.
The song is prosperous, the dance is beautiful, the wind and dust are old, and the old makeup of Zhu Yan.
Youth and ambition pass away with the wind, white-haired childlike heart sleeps with the moon, Mo Dao Zhuyan is easy to age, and his sideburns are spotted at the age of 100 in life.
A flood of autumn water is in a dream, and the lonely crane falls into the cold moon and the night is deep.
A pot of wine, not lonely, the Yiren go to thousands of mountains, and the autumn water flows thousands of miles.
Lonely to whom, where is the cold moon silent, looking forward to reunion through the autumn water.
Looking for the way back, the autumn water is long and the sky is comfortable, and the cold moon is silent and intentionally lonely.
Acacia falls, where do the Yiren appreciate their empty hatred and tears.
At dusk, the night is deep, and the Yiren are looking forward to good news in the autumn water in their dreams.
Reflecting the sunset, a cold moon does not understand the lovesickness, and it is my home to wear.
Where to find the autumn water in the long sky**, incomprehensible lovesickness, lonely and delicate.
The cold moon shines silently on the night sky, the dream of a lonely pillow is difficult to come true, the Yiren go away to a thousand mountains, and the autumn water flows for thousands of miles.
The sound of the group is getting farther away, the cold stars and the cold moon are sleepless, and the aftermath is gone, and the autumn water looks through another year.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art