You don't know, it's lovesick, amorous, and it's biased towards the west wind to laugh at me.
The wind enters the small building, the ground is worrying, when it falls, the goose flies south and autumn.
The yellow flowers all over the ground can't bear to look, over Chang'an, with the flowing water, the geese call the frost and the moon is cold.
The northern geese fly south and the red leaves provoke acacia, and the yellow flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and it is when the west wind falls on the trees.
The west wind is cold in a dream, the yellow flowers are unbearable, the red leaves are flowing with the water, and the tears are not dried in the cry of geese.
White dew and yellow flowers autumn moon shadow, the north window is cold, full of red leaves with the flowing water, and the dream of the wild goose is gone.
The red leaves smile and welcome a thousand, the wild goose book is sent two or three lines, the west wind does not dissociate from people's minds, and the yellow flowers are blown off and the ground is fragrant.
The geese return, the red leaves are scattered and the fragrance of yellow flowers is overflowing, and the night sweeps the haze.
Last night, the west wind fell into a late dream, who knows, the mountains and red leaves go with the autumn, and the wild goose flies south to send acacia.
The yellow flowers are another year, the west wind is bleak and the cold smoke is raised, the mountains are full of red leaves with the flowing water, and the sky has not been returned.
Through the ages, Baiyun sent a book to the geese, which departed from people's expectations, and the yellow flowers fell into the grassland.
The geese in the sky are floating in the autumn and are gone, the incense is secretly sent, and the west wind blows through the cold.
Autumn is deep, yellow flowers are full of red leaves with flowing water, where to find.
The autumn color of the yellow flowers is bleak, the west wind is bleak and the grass is misty, the red leaves of the mountains are flowing with the water, and the geese are crying in the sky.
Autumn water rhyme, the white clouds send geese undetached, and the yellow flowers are blown off.
Thinking of returning to several autumns, the clouds send homesickness, and after a night of wind and rain, the yellow flowers are full of worries.
Floating clouds block the dream of returning to one, where the autumn wind obliquely shines on the east of the small building.
According to the east of the small bridge, blowing noodles do not think where to go, cross the river.
The wind and rain are flying, picking up a few times in the morning and evening, where are the people in the hometown, and the clouds and geese do not come.
Sigui tears wet clothes, geese fly south, autumn wind and yellow flowers are thin, and the night rain is more cold and the moon blows.
Cover your eyes, don't think of returning, the autumn wind blows down the railing to see the sunset.
The flowers bloom a few degrees in autumn, the wind and rain hit the hometown people, and the clouds and the moon are like hooks.
Blowing across the east of the small bridge, the slanting sun and sunset are red, and the wanderer thinks of returning thousands of miles with you.
Where the clouds are floating at the end of the world, a goose flies, and the sunset sinks in the west and blows the willow branches.
At a glance, why bother to go up to the tall building, blow the old plane tree, parrot island.
The spring breeze is green in Kyushu, full of branches, and the clouds and water flow freely in the hometown.
The spring breeze blows the green willow silk branches, reflects the blue pool, thinks where to go, and sends hometown poems for thousands of miles in the clouds.
The floating clouds deliberately disperse with the wind, the wanderer thinks about returning to look at the full moon, and he will pick up all the joy of the day.
The water flows east, the willow wind, where to go, in a bright moon.
The east wind blew and the rain flew overnight, and the morning flowers and sunset were not sad, thinking about where the people were in their hometown, and looking at the clouds and geese did not return.
The spring rain stretches and scatters the colorful glow flying, and the flowers are chased all over the sky by picking up catkins at sunset.
The heart is like smoke, and after years, the spring breeze blows the south bank of the Green River, and the sunset dyes red in the north sky.
There are many leaves in the autumn wind overnight, where are the people in the hometown of blowing the red candles, and the clouds and geese have passed a few times.
Empty self-pity, who has pity when the evening smoke is gone, and the clouds and the moon are full when I think of returning to my hometown.
It's spring again, and the wanderer thinks of returning to the east wind and drizzle, and the person in his dream.
Entering the small window, the fallen leaves are full of flowers, and the clouds and geese are floating in the hometown.
Blowing willows, where to return to the head of the building at sunset, the water is vast.
The dream shocked back to the bright moon and the two blind dates, no one swept the ground, and the rain hit the door.
A round of bright moon shines on the railing, vaguely to the hometown in the dream, the heart is cold in the middle of the night, and the autumn wind is bleak and the flowers are left.
The west wind is remnant, the frost is cold, the mountains are far away in the dream, and when will the bright moon shine on me.
The heart is cold, the night is dark, the body is a guest, and a bright moon shines in front of the window.
Rare to the old garden, the moon shines sleeplessly, and it is still there today, and I don't see the cold heart of the enemy back then.
The bright moon and breeze are autumn overnight, when is it closed, no one asks, only the residual red with the flow of water.
A touch of residual glow flies everywhere, where are the people in the lovesick dream, and the bright moon and breeze come to my house.
The two hearts of the cowherd are cold, the magpie bridge meets with tears, the same dream in the sky, when will the bright moon shine on me.
In my dreams, I vaguely recalled the old years, and I was sleepless, and I was still there, and I didn't see my heart cold.
A round of bright moon shines on the sky, and the old man is vaguely seen in the dream, Mo Dao's heart is cold and warm, and the remnants of the red are also spring.
People are like jade, cold rain is unintentional and does not know that the body is a guest, and the moon hangs on the treetops.
The autumn wind is cold, the grass and trees are remnant, the dream is vaguely motherly tears, and a bright moon shines on the mountain.
The breeze blows a good dream, the half moon shines on the high-rise building, the remnants of the red are all over the ground and no one sweeps it, and the heart is cold and sad.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art