The chrysanthemums bloom, mourning alone, and the fallen leaves fly to the south.
The fallen leaves wander by themselves, the wild goose flies south and the sky is infinitely hateful, and the autumn wind sweeps away the dust.
The word goose sends acacia, and you can know that last night's autumn wind was looking at the moon.
The white-haired rivers and lakes are desolate, and the sound of depressed leaves is two lines of tears.
Blowing dreams are remnant, longing for the will, falling leaves with flowing water, and people have not returned.
Floating all over the ground, to the south sky, relying on the fence to look forward to the autumn wind to send me back.
The geese in the sky call the twilight clouds cold, the ground is full of remnants, the autumn wind blows inexhaustibly, and the fence is longing for the mountains.
Looking at the water and clouds by the railing, the bleak autumn wind sends the sails, and the fallen leaves are floating and the geese are safe.
The grass and trees are sad, the tears are drooping, with the flowing water, and the long sky is herringbone.
The fallen leaves are scattered and the ground is full of frost, and the words of the southern flying geese are a few times back to the intestines, and the end of the world is far away by the railing, only the autumn wind sends the evening cool.
The geese in the sky are full of sorrow, and the autumn wind is looking forward to the eastward flow of water.
The small fence, the February glow, the wild goose is gone, and the autumn wind sends me to the end of the world.
The autumn breeze is cool and chongyang, the geese call the sky through the frost red to win the fire, and the chrysanthemum with dew is as light as fragrance.
And if so, the autumn wind sent me a song, and the mountains were full of maple chrysanthemums like a river.
Dye autumn frost, the chrysanthemum of the east fence sends cool people to intoxication, and the charm is long.
Three or two open, the maple leaves are planted, and the autumn breeze of the wild goose in the sky is cool.
Chongyang again, the geese call the sky through the frost red to win the fire, and the rain is as bright as makeup.
The west wind blows the geese to their hometown, and the frost is red like fire, and it is as bright as makeup.
In autumn, the maple leaves are full of red mountains, the fragrance of chrysanthemums everywhere is strong, the cool golden wind blows on the face, and the sky is high and the clouds are light and the geese fly.
The chrysanthemums are extraordinarily yellow, the maple leaves on the mountain reflect the slanting sun, the geese fly south, and the autumn breeze sends the evening cool.
The rain is over, the clouds are over, red as fire, and the chrysanthemums are yellow like songs everywhere.
The cool geese are in the sky, the wind sends Yuanhong, the red wins the fire, and the chrysanthemum belt is as bright as Tong.
The mountain is full of maple leaves dancing in the autumn wind, the fragrance is strong, send you to go, and the end of the world is gone.
After the chrysanthemum blooms, the autumn is cool, the north goose flies to the south, and the golden wind sends the fragrance of cinnamon.
Send cool cinnamon fragrant, geese call the sky clear, frost red like fire, chrysanthemums in the rain like stars.
The geese call the sky in autumn, the cinnamon fragrance melts, the maple leaves are red like fire, and the chrysanthemums everywhere are bright like stars.
Maple leaves are like Dan reflecting the blue sky, chrysanthemums are like brocade smiling autumn breeze, poetic and picturesque fragrance is sent, and geese are drunk in a dream.
Good today, the maple leaves in the mountains are flying south, and the wind sends me love.
Send the cool golden breeze to the face, dance in the sky, the maple leaves in the mountains are red like fire, and the chrysanthemums everywhere are like stars.
Flying south in another autumn, the breeze sent me up to the tall building, the maple leaves on the mountain were as red as fire, and the chrysanthemums were fragrant like oil.
It's a good autumn, the chrysanthemum yellow place is worrying, climb high, and the geese call the sky to be free.
When the chrysanthemum blooms all over the red, the autumn is cool, the herringbone is far away, and the golden wind sends the fragrance of cinnamon.
Entering the small building, a line of goose word maple leaves red like fire, fragrant like oil.
The geese in the sky call the sunset, the wind sends the autumn sound to my house, the maple leaves are red like fire through the frost, and the chrysanthemums are as bright as the sun.
Blowing maple leaves, the night rain is drenched in golden yellow and floating thousands of miles, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese return home.
Welcome guests everywhere, the maple leaves are full of colorful clouds, and the geese call the sky and autumn colors are beautiful, sending thousands of happy families.
The blue sky and blue sea near the river sing the wind, and the clear sound is gone.
Before I saw you, Yin Rongwan invited the wine to Mingyue, and the two were disposed of.
Linjiang to the evening breeze, the blue sky and blue sea are hazy, the past follows the flowing water, and a song is accompanied by Yuanhong.
The blue sky is new, the dust is down, the clear sound is transmitted thousands of miles, and no one has been seen for many years.
It has turned into ashes, and it cannot be chased, and the wine is nestled in the river and the blue sea.
Where to find a bosom friend, a farewell to the river and the sky to the moon, the green mountains and blue seas send infatuation.
Linjiang reminiscences of the old tour, the blue sea is a flat boat, and the past is written into a dream.
I hope that Shenzhou will talk about wine and hemp, and his voice and smile will not return home for many years.
After many years, the sound is still pitiful, the river is infinite, and the waves are surging.
It's like returning in a dream, it's no longer the case, and the wine is near the river and the blue sea to watch the gulls fly.
Qu Zi Linjiang is sad and broken, sacrifices to the loyal soul, the past becomes a reminiscence, and a song is a song that leaves the ancient sound.
The blue sky and blue sea are in the west and east, and the wine is in the river and sings the wind, and there is no trace of the old man.
Looking in a dream, looking for a soulmate, inviting the bright moon, the green mountains are dark at night.
The wine Linjiang recalls the old people, the blue sky and blue sea are blind date, and the past goes with the wind over the years, only the sound of the waves is like the old sound.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art