The beauty under the moon opens the snowy night for whom, and a wisp of dark incense slanted into a dream.
On a sunny day, dancing and dancing, the wind sends a dark fragrance to float thousands of miles, and the snow shifts and falls on thousands of mountains.
The past is like smoke, the dream is broken, the lovesickness is infinite, the people under the moon are empty and thin, and they lean on the railing alone to remember the old years.
The tears are not dry, such as the smoke of the past, looking at the distant mountains in front of the old building.
Listening to the sound of the rain, Sijun reminisced about the past and went with the wind, and tears poured out.
Reminiscing about the old looks, the old trees have been verdant, like smoke, and the past is full of tears.
Can't stay, where are the people under the infinite moon of lovesickness, reminiscing about the old tour.
The beauty in the dream has turned into a cloud of smoke, and the memories of the old love are inexhaustible, and the moon is sent before.
The night before sitting alone on the screen has passed, and the window still reminisces about the old days, like smoke and the past goes with the wind, like water flowing years and tear bombs.
Autumn reminisces about the old years, vaguely dreams to the king, the past goes with the wind, like water tenderness with tears.
A dream, a thousand tears, empty and thin, leaning on the railing alone to remember the old wounds.
Thinking of tears, hidden in dreams, sad places, cold alone before the moon flowers.
Sitting alone in front of the lamp looking at the river tower, the bright moon and autumn, with the passing water, the lovesickness is infinite and the tears are long.
Reminiscing about the old times, the stream flows from the east, like smoke and the past goes with the wind, and the dream is vaguely full of tears.
The dream of green shirts can't come true, like smoke, the past is always about love, reminiscing about the old sad place, sitting alone in front of the steps and listening to the sound of rain.
Thirty years ago, I dreamed of it, and the old time, like the past, went with the wind, and the tears stained the green silk and frosted the temples.
Tonight, I reminisced about the old times, vaguely in front of the pillow in my dream, the past was like smoke and water, and lovesickness turned into tears in my heart.
It's unbearable to stay, and the dream is vaguely windy and rainy, reminiscing about the old and gentle.
A song full of tears, has been like smoke, often reminiscing about the old times in dreams, and waking up vaguely in front of you.
When sitting alone in the middle of the night, every time I remember the old tourists, I don't know, the past is like smoke and it is difficult to fall into a dream, and I send lovesickness in tears.
Thinking of his hometown, Fu Jin chased his dream to the front of the village, went with the wind, and the old tears fell on the pillow.
In the dream, the past is like smoke, where are the people, only in front of the pillow of lovesickness.
Go to the pillow, wake up and remember the past with the wind, and sleep with tears.
Every time I remember the old days, I feel confused, and I go to the king in my dreams a few times, like smoke and the past goes with the wind, like water flowing with tears and sleeping.
Thousands of miles away, the two lines of clear tears are still there, and the flowers of the four seasons are red and have not withered.
The hatred of the green shirt has not disappeared, and the sadness is the most far, the red ground is not swept away, and the alliance gulls stand on a small bridge.
The Cowherd and Weaver Girl in the sky love red, and the sadness is the same on both sides of the Milky Way.
The remnants of the green leaves are withered, and the white gull league is the most tight west wind, and there is no dream.
Sad in the jade pot, two lines of clear tears fall flat, the stone league still remembers, the four seasons of flowers bloom red and do not wither.
The joys and sorrows are extreme, asking for the return date, no one is swept all over the ground, and I still remember that the former alliance is unknown.
The alliance has faith, the dream is not red, and the sadness is the most tearful in the eyes.
The white purple bucket is fragrant, and the sad flowers of the alliance gulls fall, leaving people speechless and crying.
Where to find new dreams, reminiscing about old trips for no reason, and vows have been all over the place to make people sad.
It used to be a piece of lovesickness for whom to fly, and the red gulls did not return.
Forming old alliances, sending affectionate words in small words, the most is the moon in front of the window, and tears are horizontal.
The peach blossoms are different red, remembering the former alliance, and the sadness is the most tearful in the voice.
The drizzle is sad and the dream can't come true, and by dawn, the clouds have dispersed, and only the residual red accompanies me.
Dongfeng has a thousand tears in one night, full of sadness is the hometown, and the red, thin and green fat are still in the water**.
Forge old alliances, send deep affection, branch moon, and tears.
It used to be a red paper flower under the appointment, and now the white head is in the dream of the alliance, sad and most afraid of the ruthless rain, dripping until the tears have poured into the sky.
The most sad thing is that the green shirt remembers his hometown, and where to send the small words of the sea oath mountain alliance.
Flowers splash tears, cuckoos cry, no one sweeps the red ground, only the gulls live day and night.
The poetry society is looking for an alliance, and the small characters on the red note are the most Jiangnan rain, and the drops are not dry from people's tears.
The two places are the same, a few times the tears fell into the flowers, and the oath of the next life was red.
Tears are full of eyes, sadness is the most where is the person after the catastrophe, the matter is empty.
The gulls and herons are in the league, the white lotus is clear in autumn, and the sad river flows silently.
Spring is back, and the alliance gulls and herons are the most rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and people are full of tears.
I love this body the most, the soul is clean, and the dream is always new.
Since ancient times, it is always difficult to be amorous, innocent and irrelevant, the dream of Red Mansions is so good, and there are thousands of colds in Zimo dust.
The dragon is dusty, the dream of the phoenix dance in the five continents often lingers, why do you need to ask, since ancient times, it is always amorous.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art