The high-rise building alone is sad for an inch of Dan, and the tears wet the green shirt in the dream to Chang'an.
Thousands of tears, a curtain of dreams, the only way to relieve sorrow is the wine in the cup, and the tall building looks at the distant mountains alone.
The high-rise building looks at the hometown platform alone, wanting to relieve the sorrow and tears, and still looking forward to the old man in his dream.
Empty tears, vaguely see the old man in the dream, and the only way to relieve sorrow is the high-rise building, which is deep at night.
When will it be off, and the tears will wet the high-rise buildings in the sky to the moon, relieving sorrows.
The night is not young, relying on the intention of wandering, and the lovesickness turns into a vague hometown.
On the tall building, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the lovesickness is infinitely tearful, and the water dreams are leisurely.
A few people know in the dream, and they don't understand the taste of sorrow, and they give small poems.
Hongchen dreamed to the end of the world, tears wet green shirts sighed and fell flowers, alone on the high-rise building to the moon, the spring breeze does not relieve thousands of sorrows.
Qingge couldn't relieve his sorrows, and several times the bright moon went up to the tall building, turning into a thousand lines of tears, sprinkled into the world's dreams.
Looking at the moon is obsessed, sad and thoughtful, tears are like rain, and you can know that you can dream back in the middle of the night.
As the rain of the city, the flowers in the dream, thousands of knots, and the high-rise building is the end of the world.
In my dream, I vaguely went to my hometown, tears flowed, and it was difficult to relieve my sorrow for another year.
After farewell, Acacia went up to the tall building alone, the west wind blew away the tears, and the dream was vaguely the old tour.
Looking at the homesick road, the turbid wine is poured away and the sorrow is not relieved, the pipa has a thousand tears, and when will the third watch rest in the dream.
The sunset in the long pavilion induces new tears, reminiscing about the old tour, whose heart is in the bottom of the heart, and a bright moon shines on the tall building.
In the dream, I was vaguely happy in the old days, I woke up speechless and my tears were dry, and the high-rise buildings looked at the end of the world, who relieved my sorrow and heart.
As soon as the wine is gone, the high-rise building alone turns into a thousand tears, which is the hometown.
The autumn breeze is bleak on the high-rise building, not relieving sorrow, infinite lovesickness and tears, who is left with a curtain of dreams.
The mountains meet the deceased, the ends of the earth are looking for bosom friends, the breeze and the moon are poetic and heart-to-heart, and the meaning of the beads is deeper.
The love is inexhaustible, the bright moon has no intention of sleeping, where to go, the mountains and rivers are in the world.
The bright moon and breeze paint the brushes and flowers, the end of the world is far away, and the flowing water and mountains are one.
Hate has no fate, where to send the flowing water and high mountains, a total of Chanjuan.
Flowing water and mountains are a dream, where to find the bosom friend, the poetry is as clear as the moon, and the painting is as fine as the wind.
The first branch, if you have the heart to look at the water, it is difficult to find where to go, but to send thoughts to the mountains.
The heart shines deep at night, the affection is long and the dream is found, the Mo Dao bosom friend is nowhere to be found, and the flowing water has strings.
The bosom friend plays an orchestra in the mountains, and has no intention of shining on the moon in the world.
The water is a thousand autumn rhymes, the bright moon knows that the ice is in the world, and it is difficult to peace.
The blood melts the poetry, the sleeves are clear and the heart shines on the moon, the bosom friend is nowhere to be found, and the mountains and rivers are always about love.
Unintentionally illuminating the moon, accompanied by a breeze, it is difficult to find people anywhere, only the sound of mountains and flowing water.
Looking for bosom friends, singing ancient and modern, a song of lovesickness shines on the moon and sends Yaoqin.
The flowing water plays the strings, a bosom friend and the breeze shines on me, and the ends of the world linger.
Ruthless people are easy to get old, look in the mirror and spot the temples first, and the bosom friend is not in the mountains but waiting for leisure.
The heart is suitable for curling, and the bosom friend is not in the mountains at this time.
Gong Chanjuan, the mountains do not count the years, the Qing song is affectionate, and the sun is shining.
The flowing water is inexhaustible, the dreams are different, and a piece of ice is sent back to Hong.
The network meets with deep affection, a long chant together, a thousand miles of good stories, flowing water and mountains sing ancient and modern.
A little poetry shines on Kyushu, three points of drunkenness on the upper floor, and bosom friends do not stay in the mountains.
People are easy to get old, love is not over, the intention is not endless, and the tears are full of tears.
The mountains and rivers sing Yangguan, thousands of miles of bosom friends are linked, the bright moon has a heart to shine on the king's shadow, and the breeze has no intention of disturbing my sleep.
The north and south of the river shine in the sky, and Mo Dao's bosom friend flows together Chanjuan.
According to the ancient and modern, make Yaoqin, the bosom friend is not far away from the end of the world, and the flowing water and mountains are looking for the old people.
The crane dance bosom friend is earnest, the mountains and flowing water are intentionally pitiful to the grass, and the bright moon has no intention of shining on the river.
The rain is singing, the lonely shadow of the residual lamp is accompanied by the three watches, and the people are puzzled by the pipa and playing the zither.
The moonlight is cool, and the vague shadow is where the broken wall is, knocking on the dreamland.
Listening to the evening bell, it is still full of red rivers, and the wind of the ruined walls is accompanied by the sound of rain.
I can't sleep, and the sound of the rain still remembers the events of the year, and I can't hear it.
Sleepless lonely shadow in the middle of the night with three watches, the moonside people can't sleep, that love.
The wine is still drunk when the confidant wakes up, the beauty of the flowers blooms and falls, the residual red is all over the ground and can't bear to sweep, and the sound of the rain is sad all night.
The west wind is cool in the evening, the yellow flowers are like the old incense, no one sweeps the ground, and the sound of rain knocks out the intestines.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art