The tears have not disappeared, the night is far away, the moon in front of the window, and the desire to speak is still quiet and lonely.
Sleep until dawn, laughter and laughter, three watches, candles into gray tears.
Thousands of miles of clouds and the moon bend, not reunited, lovesick and bitter, practice true love is better than immortals.
The sun shines on the blue sea in the world, the self-cultivation is broad-minded, and the world is insightful and righteous.
The bright moon shines on the vastness, the poetry charm is long, the clouds are far away, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life.
He is a poet in his life, the moon is bright, the clouds are infinitely good, and there are wonders in the four seasons of the world.
The clouds and the sky and the sea of fog are two mountains, suspected to be a fairy in the world, the Sun and Moon Lake are as bright as a mirror, and the millennium practice is not known.
It is a peach source, the sky is infinitely good, and the dark and New Year.
The spirit of practice is not idle, self-leisurely, the clouds are infinitely blue, and it is happy to sprinkle it in the world.
The man dance is on the cloudy sky, sprinkled to the world are immortals, the clear sky is as clear as a mirror, and the practice is boundless.
In front of you, the sky is clear and the sky is clear, the fairy arts, and the peak of the plank road in the Ming Dynasty.
From the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lian Da Guanghan Palace, infinite blue, sprinkled to the world is full of love.
The heart is practiced, and the three cups of turbid wine have passed through the wind and rain, which is grand.
The cloudy sky is clear and the sky is clear, sprinkled with red in the world, the sun, moon and stars are bright, and the self-cultivation is self-contained.
Flowers are like brocade, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the spring breeze is another year.
Fang Ming's today's affairs, learning to practice the ancient times, who asks the clouds, and the world is the same.
The young man practiced Daming like a blue water, and the right way to look at the clouds is spring and autumn.
The sky is clear, the world is dark and the spring is good, and the world is traveling.
The world asks about life and death, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and there are many strange ambitions, and the sun and moon are bright.
The deeper moonlight is brighter, the joy is endless, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the heart is broad-minded, and I don't envy the wealth and glory of the world.
Three points of land, a star, where is the sky restless.
Thousands of miles of geese into a line, autumn to the world chrysanthemums blooming, what does it matter if you practice today.
The right way is the beginning of spring, the cloud sky is a paper book, and the practice of what needs to be self-distinguishing from the virtuous and the foolish.
The bright window is almost idle, and the clouds are not happy.
The ambition is not paid, the world is unbearable, who asks for thousands of miles, several autumns.
Thousands of miles of vertical and horizontal, cold and warm feelings, the bright moon and breeze practice to reach the peace of mind.
The moon on the river is sleepless, a total of Chanjuan, the dew is heavy and cold, and the night crane returns to accompany the passenger ship.
Where to find Chanjuan at the end of the world, the moon is bright and the people are sleepless, and the night crane returns and flies to provoke the soul.
Spring is lonely, people don't sleep, ** tube, Chanjuan for a day.
The wind is born at night, the crane is cold and pine, the dew is wet and the autumn firefly ancient palace is light, where to stay in the moon tonight, Chanjuan is desolate for thousands of miles.
The moon is bright and thousands of miles Chanjuan is a dream, and the autumn goes to spring and the cranes sleep with you.
A total of white heads, shining on the high-rise buildings, where the night cranes in the clouds return, the spring breeze on the river is another autumn.
Autumn to the south of the Yangtze River scenery secluded, pine forest night crane thousands of miles of lovesickness, looking at Chanjuan leaning on the building.
and night cranes, only worried about the river geese with autumn sounds, and the moon is alone on Chanjuan.
The wind is full of buildings, and Chanjuan is the most ruthless thing, and she doesn't know how to worry.
Not Chanjuan, the moon is full of thoughts, and the night crane returns to find a new chapter.
The smoke and rain are thick, where are the night cranes in the cold mountains, and the tears are in Juan's eyes.
The night crane returns to blow the rain and send the autumn sound, where are the thousands of miles of people, like the old love.
A piece of ice heart to the moon, Chanjuan thousands of miles to send affection, autumn is a reunion day, the night crane pine wave with me.
Chanjuan looked at it, the moon was as bright as the water was full of river red, where the night crane returned, and the autumn was in the sycamore and the leaves were empty.
Not in autumn, leaning on the building alone, empty shadows, Chanjuan is speechless and the water flows eastward.
The ape hates infinitely, the grass is not sorrowful, the west building looks, and the thousands of miles of Chanjuan are white-headed.
Chanjuan condensed for thousands of miles, where the building, people were not seen, and a river of autumn water flowed eastward.
The good news of the return of the autumn is good, the flowers are good and the moon is bright, and the people are drunk, and they raise a glass to invite friends to appreciate Chanjuan.
Qingyun returns to the night crane, ten years of yellow leaves under the autumn city, looking at the tall building alone, Chanjuan hated through the ages.
The moon is bright and the water is wide and the wind is urgent, at this time, the autumn flowers are gone, and the lonely clouds and night cranes are known.
In the early night dream, Chanjuan will be in the dream, the moon star is scarce and sleepless, and suddenly I heard the sound of the night crane, and woke up the autumn butterfly dance.
Another year, the green pine night crane is sent for thousands of miles, and Juan sleeps together.
The night crane in the green mountains flies with the clouds, reflecting the cuiwei, the moon on the river is bright, and the people are sleepless, and Chanjuan sends the king back for thousands of miles.
If the water shines on the high-rise building, thousands of miles of Chanjuan look at it, Mo Dao has no good scenery in autumn, and the night cranes swim together.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art