Under the ninth layer, the fireworks in the world are hazy, thousands of mountains outside, alone on the high-rise building.
The wanderer thinks of returning to look at the vast sky alone, the boat is difficult to tie, and the geese call the frost and the moon is cooler.
Looking at the distant sky, thinking about returning to his hometown, where the moon falls, a wisp of smoke.
The smoke and water are vast, looking at the hometown, the clouds fly and the moon falls, the geese are in a row, the dream is far away, and the high-rise building is not at night.
There is no good dream, where is the person in the hometown with a wisp of green smoke, and the tears flow alone on the high-rise building.
I don't want to go home, I go up to the tall building alone to look at the cuiwei, the smoke and water are far away in the sky, and the flying moon accompanies you back.
Sleepless in the middle of the night until dawn, where is my life in my dreams.
I heard the dog barking, woke up and had a sleepless night, listening to the sound of rain.
Tianming people are sleepless, suddenly hear the noise of birds outside the window, and are surprised to see the raw flower pen, vaguely in front of him in his dream.
In the sound of spring and twilight, looking for Fangfei, the dream soul does not reach Chang'an Road, for fear that Yang Hua will be full of guest clothes.
Hundreds of peanuts, smell the birdsong, and the sound of rain outside the window in the middle of the night is light.
People are quiet until dawn, and they still hear that the fate of the previous life has ended, and they will meet again in their dreams tonight.
The birds are silent, knocking on the window until dawn, and I don't know how to feel sad in my dreams.
Haiyun is white and frightened, not spring, don't wait for the dawn to cry birds and call people.
When I came to my house, the water was rising and the sand was washing, and it was dusk, and the flowers were counted.
The night rain until dawn, the ticking sound, Mo Dao always had a relationship in his dreams in his previous life.
The sound of the stream is muddy in the ears, it seems to be affectionate, I don't know if I am a guest, and I still feel that my sideburns are raw.
I'm afraid that love is like a flower, how can I dream like a willow silk, and Tianming is a tear.
The rain knocks on the window, the ears are cold, there are no wonderful sentences, and there are dreams and few chapters.
Life is difficult to protect at the wrong time, I vaguely heard the cuckoo in my dream, and when the people dispersed in the morning, a few cherished tears flowed.
The autumn wind blows the dream of Xiaoxiang, and he is full of feelings, and he still listens to the sound of reading when he sits alone in the morning.
People have not returned, the rain is slight, the wind and water ripple, and the colorful butterflies fly in the dream.
The sound of long hatred is like singing and dancing, and the dawn still flies into the Zhaoyang Palace, and the spring breeze gives birth to peonies overnight.
Playing the flute, a wisp of cooking smoke goes up to the sky, and the sunset reflects the rainbow bridge.
Reflecting the sunset, the wind blows the willows around the farmhouse and rides a bamboo car.
The willow silk is slanted, the afterglow reflects the sunset, and a few wisps of cooking smoke refer to whose house it is.
Who is the house, the afterglow of the shepherd boy on Mo is infinitely good, and the sunset is slanting.
The evening breeze is slight at the beginning of the shepherd boy, obliquely shining outside the green mountains, and the swallows fly.
The autumn rain flies obliquely for another year, the west wind sets the sun sleeplessly, and a few wisps of cooking smoke go with the clouds, but I see the shepherd boy and cow on the back.
Outside the cooking smoke village, the shepherd boy cow carries the flute sound, the sunset is over, and the shadows of the trees are slanted and the water flows.
Blowing the evening breeze, east of the small bridge, outside the green hills, the sunset afterglow reflects the water.
The sun dyes the sky, sparse like last year, and in the misty place, the shepherd boy and the cow carry the flute.
The green trees and green mountains shine obliquely, dyed red, the farmhouse, the cow-backed shepherd boy blows the trumpet.
A wisp of smoke and a shepherd boy put paper kites, the afterglow of the sunset is infinitely good, and the sunset shines obliquely on the edge of the colorful clouds.
The sound of the flute on the back of the ox, the smoke of the cooking smoke lingers around the red sunset, obliquely shining outside the green mountains, and the afterglow of the sunset reflects in the water.
The oblique wind and drizzle are led by willow silk, reflecting the blue sky, a few cooking smoke around the cottage, and the sound of the shepherd boy cow's back flute.
A few wisps of cooking smoke surround the sunset, the shepherd boy cow carries the flute sounds, the sunset on the mountain is gone, and the shadows of the trees are slanting to the moon.
Where to go, a few wisps of smoke obliquely shine outside the green mountains, sinking between the blue waters.
The sunset on the west mountain is dyed red, the shadow of the wild goose is oblique, a few wisps of cooking smoke surround the village, and the shepherd boy and the cow carry the flute on credit.
The flat boat shines at sunset, the sunset on the west mountain dyes red, the cooking smoke surrounds the farmhouse, and the shepherd boy returns to the evening crow.
Around the ancient acacia, the shepherd boy cow carries the flute sound, the afterglow is over, and the shadow of the tree is open horizontally and obliquely.
The shepherd boy cow carries smoke around the bushes, the birds are in a hurry, and a round of sunset reflects the red mountains.
Coming from the breeze, the sunset over the west mountain surrounds the farmhouse, and the flute returns.
The autumn wind is bleak and the rain stains the clothes, the fallen leaves are scattered and the twilight is slight, Mo Dao Fangfei has nowhere to be found, and the sunset is reflected in the colorful glow.
Reflecting the water, Fangfei has a thousand waves in April, and the drizzle stains the clothes with thousands of red.
Fangfei has been 20 years old, the sunset reflects the willows like smoke, the breeze blows the flowers and smiles, and the clothes and grass are sleepy.
The wind is warm and the grass is fresh, and the green mountains are full of intoxicating people.
The willows are like smoke, and the eyes are full of fragrant breeze and flowers, which is pitiful.
Fangfei can't bear to hear it, the sunset reflects the clouds in the middle of the mountain, the flowers on the face are smiling, and the drizzle is stained with clothes and grass.
In the season, the rain is slight, the tears are stained with clothes, the green mountains and green waters reflect each other, and the eyes are full of fragrant flowers and can't bear to return.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art