Talking about Sangtian, in an instant, there is no less, and the sea has turned into smoke.
Lu walks with the wind, Tian comes into a dream, never regrets it, and life is proud.
Life is too short to hesitate, let me go crazy, changeable, fame and fortune are absurd.
Once in a moment of life, how many things have been experienced, fame and fortune have nothing to do with fame.
Several degrees of sunset slanted, Lilu's fame is not enough to boast, there is no less in life, and the sea has turned into yellow sand.
Mo Dao's bosom friend is not to be found, there is a lingering chant, the bright moon is infinite, and it turns into a poem according to the past and the present.
Flowing water and high mountain boya qin, bosom friends are hard to find, who is looking for them, the breeze and the moon are unintentional, and the three cups of turbid wine are drunk.
The affection is deep, the poem is based on the moon and thousands of miles to spread the good story, and the mountain sings the ancient and modern.
The clouds are like my heart shining on the Qinling Mountains, full of Chang'an, Mo Dao has nowhere to find his bosom friend, and who is playing the mountains and flowing water.
Bosom friends are nowhere to be found, the mountains and rivers have clear songs, poetry and painting are all rhymes, and the heart of the piano is according to the ancient and modern.
When you meet the deceased, you are looking for a bosom friend at the end of the world, and you can write poems and heart-to-heart pictures, and your witty words are more profound.
The breeze intentionally or unintentionally according to the past and the present, where to go, the mountains and flowing water groan.
The bright moon mirror, why should it not be far away from the end of the world, it is always love.
Where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world, the flowing water and mountains sing the ancient and modern, a song of lovesickness is infinite, and the poem is sent to the Yaoqin according to the moon.
Boya Qin, a bosom friend has a heart to shine on the world, and the breeze has no intention of blowing the dust.
Naturally, Baiyun is always concerned, and the bosom friend is not far away from the end of the world, and the mountains are thousands of miles.
The bright moon and breeze paint the flowers, and the bosom friend is not in the high mountains.
The horn is looking for a bosom friend, the flowing water is high and the acacia is infinite, according to the soul of the poem.
Intentionally, the heart shines on the blue sky, the moon and the night, it is difficult to find where to find, and the mountains and rivers are written for.
Dan's heart shines on the nine days, the world is full, the bosom friend spreads good stories for thousands of miles, and the flowing water and mountains play the orchestra.
There is a lot of elegant rhyme, there is a breeze, and the poetic and picturesque Dan shines on the blue sky.
Where to find the high mountains, the bright moon at the ends of the world, the poetry of the heart, and the deep meaning of the breeze for thousands of miles.
The sky is clear, the painting accompanies the king, and the bosom friend is difficult to find in the mountains to share this life.
Bosom friends meet the infinite love of the mountains, and a song from the song shines on the moon to the dawn.
There is good fun, bosom friends are not vulgar, the blue sky and the moonlit night are full of Qiankun.
Thousands of miles away, take your heart to the ends, and tune the high mountain piano at the end of the world.
A round of bright moon shines on the heart field, the mind is idle, the bosom friend has nowhere to be found, and the mountains and rivers are in the world.
The west wind is full of empty branches, and when Feihong goes south, the autumn rain sends acacia under the Xiaoxiang tree.
Send Feihong, dance in the sky, listen to whispers, and Xiaoxiang falls into a dream.
The autumn rain in Xiaoxiang provokes acacia, the shadow of the sycamore under the moon moves by itself, the fallen leaves float all over the ground with the wind, and Feihong is the return date everywhere.
Under the plane tree, in the middle of the night in Xiaoxiang, the fallen leaves bring the dew with the wind to send acacia.
Looking for fallen leaves, looking for Feihong, where are the people in the autumn rain in Xiaoxiang, and the lonely sycamore night wind.
If you want to ask where Feihong is going, I still pity the fallen leaves and do not distract from people's wishes, and the autumn rain Xiaoxiang is sad all night.
The night is thick, and the memories of meeting under the plane tree, and the fallen leaves are gone.
Floating jade dew, a night of autumn rain silently with the wind, accompanied by the moon.
provoked Acacia, when Feihong went south, the autumn rain was ruthless and intentionally treated.
Feihong shadow, falling leaves drifting and sycamore frost dyeing sideburns, rain makes people worried.
An autumn rain and sycamore weep in the evening breeze, drifting with the passing water, looking for no trace.
The sycamore is sparse and the moon is hazy, the autumn rain is in a dream, the fallen leaves are scattered with the passing water, and the floating clouds are scattered to see Feihong.
Floating all over the ground red, the sky is high and the clouds are faint to see Feihong, the autumn rain and frost fall, and a few sycamore thin shadows are empty.
Even the days are gone, the land is all over the place, there are no good dreams, and an autumn rain washes away the dust.
Hunan dream does not come true, listen to the cicadas, follow the flowing water, and the northern geese fly with the expedition.
In the middle of the night, Wutong listened to the sound of the wind, and in a dream, no one swept it, only Acacia sent Feihong.
Scattered and fallen leaves fly in the middle of the sight, the autumn rain ruthlessly urges gray hair, and the west wind deliberately sweeps the sycamores.
When I go back, the fallen leaves are scattered and mourning, the sycamore listens to the whispering, and the autumn rain enters the window tonight.
An autumn rain washes away the dust, the flowers are blooming, floating all over the ground with the wind, and Feihong passes the building with the moon.
Last night, the moonlight of Wutong was cold, the autumn rain in Xiaoxiang was full of tears, the west wind fell leaves with the flowing water, and the northern geese flew over the distant mountains.
Another year, Fei Hong went south and did not dissociate from people's will, and Tongyue was half bent.
Feihong is gone, and after many years, listening to the wind under the plane tree, the autumn rain Xiaoxiang can't sleep at night.
The autumn rain washes the remnants of red, the sycamores all over the ground cry the evening breeze, and the fallen leaves drift away with the passing water, and there is no trace of them in the distance.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art