Tonight, the moon is bright and thousands of miles to climb the building, and the autumn light is incomprehensible and flies around the fingers.
Share this sorrow, shine on the high-rise buildings, where do the night cranes in the clouds go, and the spring breeze on the river is another autumn.
Farewell autumn comes and goes with the geese, reunion of the night crane thousands of miles where are the people, only Chanjuan will return according to me.
The snow is full of sky, the autumn flowers fall to the east, and the moon is bright and thousands of miles Chanjuan is with me.
Preference for late, Chanjuan Qianli is the Double Ninth Day, nine days.
A dream returns, such as water geese flying south, lonely mountain night cranes and autumn clouds full of guest clothes.
Outside the floating clouds, a few cold stars and moons are bright, and people are sleepless, and there is a total of Chanjuan.
The breeze and night cranes drift a few degrees of autumn, and the moon is bright and people are sleepless, contemplating their eyes together.
The people on the Yueming floor are quiet at the beginning, and at this time, the autumn light of Mo Dao is infinitely good, and who knows the night cranes in the clouds.
The spring dream is white, leaving the ice heart and the moon is bright, and the returnee is gone, and a long sigh breaks the autumn clear.
Sad autumn and old, sighing for the empty dream, no one is seen, Chanjuan is thousands of miles with whom.
The crane danced, came for a moment, and now it is again, I don't know where to find Chanjuan.
On the Yueming River, there is a flat boat, a total of white heads, people are easy to get old, and the cold pine night crane is accompanied by a clear stream.
In the rippling blue waves of the lotus pond, the fishermen return early from casting their nets, laughing and singing at sunset.
The sunset is reflected in the west, the smoke of the fisherman's cooking is at the end of the world, a leaf of the river passes, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
The moonlight of the fishermen on the river is clear, according to the return journey, a leaf goes with the wind, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
The spring river is warm and light, the fish are full of laughter in the cabin, a touch of sunset is red like fire, and the fishermen are happy to swim in the net.
Birds chirp, a leaf light boat fisherman has no taste, through half the river autumn.
A touch of the slanting sun reflects the sunset, it is a fisherman, the light boat swings a thousand waves, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
The light boat chases the waves, the fish is shallow and the bottom is endless, the sunset reflects the water red like fire, and the fishermen return early.
The willow shadow is slanted, the light boat is a leaf swinging the world, returning early, laughing and singing drunk sunset.
There are fishermen in the depths of the clear water and blue sky, go with the wind, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
Fishermen pick less lotus, one, the light boat on the river with the bright moon shines on the fish back.
The fish Xiang shallow bottom plays the clear stream, a leaf light boat swims in the water, the Mo Dao fisherman has no taste, and the sunset is red through the half of the river and autumn.
Reflecting the sunset, the fisherman girl went south of the Yangtze River with a leaf, and the fish were full of laughter in the cabin.
The smoke and rain hide the fisherman's house, the clear water and green mountains reflect the sunset, where to go with a leaf light boat, and see the peach blossoms on the island.
The light boat ripples on the shore of the clear wave willows, and a touch of sunset spreads the net and is happy.
Facing a thousand waves, where does the wind send the light fisherman, between the colorful clouds.
The west mountain reflects the sunset, the smoke is the fisherman's house, a leaf goes with the waves, and the fish are full of laughter in the cabin.
The fishermen sang endlessly, shining on the tall buildings, the light boat went with the waves, and the fish were full of laughter in the cabin.
A leaf lightly chases the shallow bottom to play the sand gulls, and at night, the fishermen on the river sing endlessly.
Like the fire reflecting the sunset, the fishermen on the river go with the waves, and the fish, fat crab and wine are fragrant.
The flowers on both sides of the fisherman's house are red for half the world, and the light boat swings up the cabin poetry, wine and tea.
A leaf of light boat shallow bottom play duckweed, and the sunset reflects the fisherman's net.
The willow silk is long, the light boat is far away, where is the fisherman, the water **.
The swarm of bees competes for bright colors, scatters the fragrance, and the soul is a wisp of red mud to nurture the pillars.
Falling red and flying all over the ground, where to return, the lingering fragrance can't be kept, and the bees and butterflies are still around themselves.
Lonely Fang is self-admiring, Aoxue Lingshuang is a little red, and the elegant fragrance of bees and butterflies dances in the spring breeze.
There is a lingering fragrance, the honey is busy, red like fire, and the spring color is intoxicating.
The butterflies, dancing bees, flying swallows are low, the fragrance lingers around the west of the small bridge, and the soul goes with the wind, falling all the red and mud.
A tree of peach blossoms is drunk in spring, and the lingering fragrance is still in the bees and butterflies.
People are gone, dancing, falling red and sad all over the ground, and a wisp of fragrant soul turns into a cuckoo.
The bees and butterflies dance in the flowers, a wisp of fragrance is nowhere to be found, and the branches are still smiling and red.
Writing the spring river, a tree of peach blossoms is full of fragrance, and a few wisps of residual fragrance butterflies dance for a long time.
Competing in spring, the fragrance of green leaves and safflowers floats for thousands of miles, dancing neon clothes.
There is a lingering fragrance, the bee flying chrysanthemum is yellow, and the maple leaves are as bright as fragrance after frost and rain.
Compete for spring, only send Yu Xiangfang's soul where to go, purple to the sun.
There are no birds crying on the ground, and the fragrance can't be kept, crossing the west of the bridge.
The spring breeze is intoxicating and fragrant, the scenery is new, a wisp of fragrance floats in the four fields, and the bees and butterflies dance in a chaotic manner.
The lingering fragrance is still not dispersed, the bees fly and butterflies dance in the flowers, no one sweeps the ground, only the soul enters the dream.