After receiving the Great Wilderness, to Xiaoxiang, it is difficult to buy two sideburns with wine money.
In the dream, I went up to the tall building, the smoke and water were vast, and the wine and money were beautiful, but there were no good customers to sing praises.
The scattered flowers are coming to an end, the depression and the moon are full, and the smoke and water are still on the side of the Chu River.
Klook 30 million apricot blossoms are red, and the spring breeze wakes up in the vast twilight.
The empty court is full of sorrow for the moon, and the flowers are not smiling and sighing.
The wild goose array went south to the underworld, entered the painting screen, and the words "time" were in the past.
The pine sits alone and listens to the sound of the waves, the dream cannot be realized, where the clouds fly, and the heart follows the flowing water to the dawn.
The years go by and another year, life is too short at your fingertips, and the wind and the sun are beautiful and you enjoy nature.
Dancing, brilliantly open, how many things, the years do not wander.
The heart of poetry accompanies me to get drunk leisurely, the elegant rhyme sings freely with the wind, the years are not old, and the real gold is seen in the words between the lines.
Freely stumbling on the sideburns, Mo Dao Feng is high and sending the sun.
Sighing, everything is light, what to fear from the rain and wind, and the heart is full of stars.
The wind blows the leaves all over the autumn mountains, and the heart has a spirit to hide love between the lines, and the years do not know the years.
The joy is endless, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the autumn is strong, and the years are passing by to see the truth.
Nesting is busy, the years are blowing, what is the fear, full of flowers.
Guests in the dust, who pity the people of the world, the wind and clouds and lonely geese go without a trace.
Clear as promised, the heart has a spirit and the dust is lonely, and the moon is calm.
The heart flies with the flowing water and the flowers set at sunset, and people are easy to grow old, and the sky is not blue.
The bard is drunk in the pine and the moon, making people frost on the temples, Mo Dao is high and the road is far away, and the heart follows the word goose to Hengyang.
The years have become a man, looking back at the dust in a dream, the remnants of the clouds and the world are dark, and the heart has the same ambitions.
The bright moon shines, the river flows, the universe is wide, don't make a sigh of whitehead.
The jade is innumerable, the enemy wind blows away, stumbles through, and the dazzling eyes overflow between the fingers.
A lone branch between the water and clouds, two sideburns, what to fear, the heart is full of joy and smiles.
The years are like smoke passing by the water, the rain and the wind are not afraid, and the heart is full of sunshine.
Send the fragrance of chrysanthemums, the heart is relaxed and ecstatic, how many things are in the dust, and the years are chongyang.
Sitting alone in the middle of the screen, sighing at the vicissitudes of life, the wind and candle shadow are dreaming of three watches, and the rain hits the heart of the banana for a period of incense.
In the end, it will become tears, and the next life will be sad and silent, and the spring will be gone, and there will be traces everywhere.
Where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the water is also deep, Mo Dao is sad and easy to get old, and he smiles and tears when he meets.
The rain flowers gradually fall, the swallows return to find the old nest, Mo Dao is sad and easy to get old, and there are tears that are not thrown lightly.
It's like smoke, and there are vague tears in the dream, where to go, before the flower and under the moon.
The snow falls silently and does not see the old face, people are drunk alone, where to find a teenager.
Looking for the old fate, the flower before the moon is more bitter than lovesickness, another year.
Alone before the moon flowers, looking for a partridge day for you, sad and sad without seeing the shadow of Yi, tears wet green shirts sleepless night.
Singing the wind, where can the hero find a confidant without tears, and the flowers and birds cry in spring.
Xiaoxiang's tears have not dried, why ask the sky when you are sad, the wind and snow are illusory, and the bosom friend is in front of you.
Where the end of the world floats to the east, a song of sadness and tears is empty.
People in the moon dream, want to know the sorrow and hatred through the ages, and tears are in full swing.
Sad and crying ghosts, two lines of tears wet clothes, looking for confidants on the stone, and flowers blooming in all seasons for the deceased.
Xiao Se tears are silent, his heart is uneven, where the flowers and leaves fly, and the ends of the earth are looking for traces.
People are haggard, looking for old marks, and the most sad is to clear tears until dusk.
The tears on the pillow are blurred, and I don't know how much sadness I don't know where to find the spring breeze after the person goes.
Where to find the fragrance, the floating water is also fragrant, and Mo Dao was sad and once cried.
Where does the bosom friend come from under the moon before the flower, a song of sadness and tears for the king.
The heart is sad, the clothes can't bear to return, where to find a confidant, flowers fly.
Dreams and tears stain the scarf, remember the old people, and the flowers fall silently, where to find the soulmate.
Where to find Fangfei in spring, the birds do not return, the sad people are easy to get old, and a glass of turbid wine is empty.
The shadows under the moon before the flowers are varied, where to find the bosom friend, a song of sadness and tears is full of clothes.
The dream can't come true, shine on the lonely lamp, give the heart song, and the fragrance of flowers to the fifth watch.
The wind and rain blow and let the drift zero, the moon poems accompany me, a wisp of clear light is infinite, and the lovesickness dreams until the dawn.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art