What does it mean, a glass of wine meets and smiles, rechecks, and the west wind blows the dream to my beginning.
The bell of the wild temple is full of dust, and on the West Lake, there are frequent send-offs before the drunken flowers.
The old man died, and the new sentence became difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart, and the words were desolate.
A glass of residual wine is sent to Xiehui, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have not returned, last night the west wind fell into a dream, and the old books were reread and stained with tears.
With the flowing water, there is not a word in the old books of the hometown, and the cold light is on the fifth watch.
The sound of the spring adds Yixing, the mountain light and water color help the chanting, this heart wants to send no reason, the blue sky and the moon are self-evident.
Where is the sound of the spring in the clouds, and the clouds are deep and the lovesick tears are like rain.
I have a spring, the sound of the cloud water Zen spring clears the ears and eyes, and purifies the spirit.
The chic clouds are thousands of miles, I also float a branch, the sound of the spring is clearer, and the mountains may be like that time.
The sound of the spring is still audible, you don't need to look at it, send a message to the paradise guest, don't look for an official to Yunshen.
There is no dust color, there is Sanskrit sound, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the wine sends the poetic heart.
The ice heart sends the north wind, the clouds open and the fog disperses faintly, and the mountains are hazy into the painting.
The fog disperses to see the morning and the sun, the acacia is nowhere to be found, and the sound of the spring all the way is difficult to see.
Several springs sound grass color rain in the green, this ** send the ninth layer of Wushan.
The south is different, the north is the same, the fog is clear, and the distance is far away.
A piece of the world, the scholar's home, the sound of the spring on the stone and the grass reflect the morning glow.
A few wisps of cooking smoke and clouds rise, sending lovesickness, as if complaining of people's suffering, and the mountains are like bards.
The sound of the spring flies into the waterfall, the color of the pine shadow on the rock, and the words of the world are far from the clouds.
The shadow of the floating tree, the sound of the falling spring, the flying crane, the poetic heart sends this life.
If you want to send lovesickness, the clouds cover the fog and the rain is faint, the sound of the spring seems to tell the suffering of people, and the mountains are like knowing the sorrow of the wanderer.
Where are the clouds and water, and the sound of the spring seems to be like a lonely red.
Accompanied by the birds, the two are suitable, the poetry and painting are sent by whom, and the clouds and the breeze are light into the stream.
The mountains are vast and the twilight is sinking, and the sound of the spring is faintly missing the returning guests, only the breeze sends my heart.
There is nowhere to be found, the clouds cover the moon shadow and the night is deep, and the sound of the spring seems to tell the heart of the wanderer.
Thousands of miles, where does the end of the world seem to complain of lovesickness and loneliness.
Accompanying travel, the water color is in front of you, and the poetic and picturesque style is light and good autumn.
Looking at the medicine stove, the sound of the spring in the autumn night has Ling Yunzhi, the previous old man.
Poetry can send me to leave people to part, the sound of the spring comes to the pillow, when the window is full.
A round of bright moon shines on Chanjuan, the beautiful scenery can't bear to look at tonight, where to send this night of lovesickness, Qinghui thousands of miles to sleep.
The moonlight is intoxicating, thousands of miles of Chanjuan at this time, Chang'e can't sleep, and the cold palace is lonely and lovesick at night.
Yuan Ye day, not sleeping, a total of bright moon, just for tonight people are not round.
The people in the building are sleepless, the shadow is boundless, the lovesickness is sent, and the dream comes true tonight.
The heavens and the earth are full of Chanjuan, the moon is full, and the night is full of reunion, only Chang'e sleeps with me.
Tonight is Chanjuan again, drunk and lying in a high-rise building can't sleep, the breeze sends me the night fragrance.
The bleak night is slightly cool, tossing and turning and thinking of his hometown, Chanjuan is thousands of miles away, where does the bright moon shine tonight.
Thousands of miles of Yangtze River hugged the moon and slept in front of the window, not dissociating from people's minds, still shining on the passenger ship tonight.
Thousands of miles of Chanjuan are full moon, tonight is a year ago, Acacia is most afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he dare not sleep on the lonely lamp.
The moon is full, thousands of miles of Chanjuan can't sleep silently, and the night is lingering.
The night is quiet and the tide is flat and the moon is full, accompanied by sadness, Chanjuan is not dissociated, and she still shines on the passenger ship tonight.
I can't sleep in a dream, the night is quieter, and I look at Chanjuan thousands of miles away, and the moon is full.
Bright moonlight, Chanjuan thousands of miles of cool, outside the world, alone to the lonely lamp at night.
Acacia sleeps vaguely day and night, where to go, tonight is the full moon again.
can't sleep, sit alone in front of the window Chanjuan thousands of miles away, reunited.
Chanjuan thousands of miles together autumn light, what is the intestines tonight, this night lovesickness has nowhere to send, sleeping clouds fishing moon dream Xiaoxiang.
The moon is like a hook, thousands of miles of Chanjuan Chang'e can't sleep, and the cold palace is lonely and the night sky flows.
Night dreams are often worried, a pillow of lovesickness always sleepless, looking at Chanjuan thousands of miles away, and the moon is full.
A pillow of sleepless sleepless and silent at night, Chanjuan is thousands of miles away tonight.
Juan has a total of one day, where is the person tonight, sleep with me.
Busy at the bottom, sleeping in the clouds and lying for a month, not understanding the affairs of the world, always taking tonight as his hometown.
I don't feel that the moon is like a hook, leaning on the building alone, looking at Chanjuan thousands of miles away, can I relieve my homesickness tonight.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art