There should be a heart, where to find a bosom friend in the world, the Queqiao will be, and tears will be sprinkled with wet sleeves.
The bright moon in the sky and the earth shines on the hearts of mortals, lovesick tears, and where to find them in dreams.
can be found, the rain beats the placket of the clothes, and the love is deep.
The drizzle is slightly wet, where to find the green mountains and green waters, the heart has a soul through the world, and the right way in the world is a bosom friend.
Moving the heart of poetry, thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers in heaven and earth, the breeze and the moon are full of clothes.
There are dreams in the world, the fairy in the clouds has no heart, the placket is dyed with lovesick tears, where to find infatuation.
A wisp of fragrant moon is full of clothes, and the poetic heart has been asked shallow and deep in the world.
Raid the style, find all over the Qingling rhino, and wander together.
Unintentionally frightened by the jade flute, where is there no lovesickness in the world, the fairy Lingbo goes, and it is too late to wet his clothes with tears.
There is no sound in the world, and this heart is shared, and the tears are wet and the clothes are not aware, where to find it in the lovesick dream.
Where to find, full of clothes, heart with the river and the world parting sound.
Xiaoxiang wet clothes, Sijun does not see the spirit of the rhino, where to find a soulmate in the world.
Where is not homesick, the world is different, looking for thousands of mountains infinitely full of clothes.
In the dream, I vaguely blew tears and filled my clothes, and my heart followed the bright moon and the world was spring.
The willow bank, the sunset is red in the west, the grass knows where, and it is lonely.
The sunset is still in the west, and if you don't return it, the falling flowers will sleep with the moon when they are intended.
The grass is far away, the spring dream is long, I don't know where people go, and the sunset still shines on the cold pond.
The spring is good in the falling flowers, the grass is green, and the sunset is red in the west of the flowing water.
Around the green mountains, the sky is full of red, people are drunk, speechless and tearful.
The sunset is cool in the evening, the flowing water and mountains are a long dream, the falling flowers are intentionally going with the waves, and the grass is unintentionally accompanied by the fragrance of the moon.
The flowers fall in the spring of April in the south of the Yangtze River, and the flowing water is high in the west.
It is desolate, two intestines, and after the flowing water does not know who goes, the sunset still shines on the remnant wall.
There are few bosom friends in the mountains and flowing waters, where is the sunset on the ancient road, and the falling flowers are speechless and tears stained with clothes.
The willow is like smoke, the flowing water is ruthless and does not return, and the falling flowers deliberately sleep with me when.
Thousands of waves, a tree falling flowers and high mountains where to find, the sunset is red.
The rain is like smoke, the green is full of rivers, and the flowing water still shines on the green mountains.
Each side, the sunset grass is even blue, and the flowers are falling in the dark.
The twilight is vast and the flowing water rhyme is long, and it is intended to go with the wind, accompanied by the fragrance of dreams.
The spring breeze blows the grassland, the autumn rain washes away the falling flowers, the mountains and rivers have few friends, and the sunset is in its twilight years.
It's another year, the grass is full of green, the ruthless east is gone, and the sunset still shines on the green mountains.
The stone path is deep, the birds return to the forest, there is no trace, and there are tear stains on the fallen flowers in one place.
The sun reflects the sunset, the water surrounds people's homes, goes with the wind, and the grass has no intention of chasing the waves.
The grass is long and the willow silk is long, causing people to hurt, the parting is bitter, and the residual red is left with the sunset.
One night, the autumn breeze and fragrant grass reflect the morning glow, the mountains and rivers have few friends, and only the sunset sends evening crows.
The flowing water rhymes for a long time, a song sings the sunset, where is the end of the world, and the flowers are remembered in Xiaoxiang.
The sunset is far away, crossing the small bridge, falling with the wind, and the grass is unintentionally watered by the rain.
The wind blows the grass and the sky is blue, the rain hits the flowers and the ground is red, the flowing water is ruthless and the spring is gone, and the sunset shines obliquely in the sunset.
It's spring again, and the grass and mountains know what I want, and the red dust is limited.
The small bridge and flowing water willows contain smoke, the sky is full of red, the grass is charming and drunk, and the falling flowers are dancing.
The mountains and rivers are like the old, the dreams of the years in other places are like smoke, when the cape reunites, and the end of the world sleeps together.
The sun is slanting in the west, and the spring breeze in my hometown comes to my house, where is it, the flower in the dream of the acacia cape.
The end of the world is not home, where is it good, when will the moonlight be in another country.
Not Chanjuan, the cape acacia scenery is infinitely good, when is it round.
You should know that there are many winds and rains in your hometown, few friends and friends in other places, and the cape is a guest, and the end of the world is always close at hand.
Everything is resting, it is difficult to see each other when you dream of returning to your hometown, and the cape clouds fly a few autumns.
After another year of meeting, the end of the world is close at hand, the soul is hard to give up, and the moon is not full in another country.
A long howl is my home, and the scenery of my hometown is a flower in my dream.
The river often falls into a dream, and the wind and cape in other places reunite to live together.
Where do not fly flowers, the spring breeze in the hometown to my home, the end of the world is far away, and the acacia cape sends clouds.
The cape is each home, the moon is blooming, where to send the lovesickness in the hometown, and the wanderers in other places are in tears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art