The cold rain and the wind do not meet, and the pedestrians are broken who listens.
The words are desolate, the tears are full, Mo Dao's life is far away, and the place where he breaks his intestines is his hometown.
Looking back on a few lines of goose words, a piece of autumn heart is vaguely motherly tears, waking up melancholy and dazed.
Water**, go to Jiangnan to remember your hometown, two lovesick tears full of clothes.
Tears stained, two lovesick graves in front of the people are gone, broken intestine soup.
The two were dazed, the tears were not dry, and the people of thousands of rivers and mountains were before the moonlight.
Thousands of miles away, the heartbroken people are the most lovesick tears, floating in two places.
A lovesick poem is desolate, if you stay for a long time, tears are in your eyes.
Tears wet green shirt hated the night long, lovesickness in two places did not form a pair, a few lines of goose words to convey the heart, a song of pipa to tell the broken intestines.
The peach blossoms are fragrant, the spring breeze is full of tears, and I went in a hurry on the road, and I didn't see Cui Lang in vain.
Send the king away, who listens, infinite tears, if the two love is long-lived.
Thinking of tears, don't be worried, where to go, a lonely boat on the cliff with broken intestines.
If the two love each other for a long time, tears flow, the road is far away, and the broken intestine is in the highest building.
The autumn wind is bleak and scattered, a thousand tears are broken in a pipa, and two glasses of turbid wine are hurt.
The season is the most heartbroken, the pedestrian road is desolate, the two are separated from each other, and the tears look at the hometown.
A song full of tears, the words are desolate, three dreams wake up for thousands of miles, and the four seasons are reincarnated.
Three cups of turbid wine are like iron, who is the bright moon round tonight, a wisp of acacia has nowhere to complain, and a thousand words send Chanjuan.
The moon is like frost, and three glasses of turbid wine are thousands of miles away, wisps into the bowels.
A wisp of breeze enters the curtain, in the bright moon, who shares three glasses of turbid wine, where to find the fragrance tonight.
The acacia moon is not full, the clear light shines sleeplessly, three glasses of turbid wine are sad, and the pillow is shared tonight.
Drunk breeze, where is the bright moon tonight, thousands of miles away, two lines of tears sent Feihong.
Tonight, the three cups of Mingyue are drunk, thousands of miles away, and the love is the same as you.
Sideburns dyed with frost, acacia thousands of miles of turbid wine invite the bright moon, dream of hometown.
The love sends poetry to a thousand meanings, the breeze sends the new year, three cups of turbid wine invite the bright moon, and get drunk tonight.
Around the grave, send three cups of mourning to the ancestors, and tonight will be Chanjuan in a dream.
Acacia is thousands of miles long, the breeze sends a fragrance, three glasses of turbid wine invite the bright moon, and tonight is a good dream.
Three glasses of turbid wine tonight with two lines of tears, and a wisp of ghost on the riverside to send sorrow.
The moon is full, and the three cups of turbidity want to be sent without complaining, to the pillow.
The breeze sends the evening cool, where to send the lovesickness, the turbid wine invites the bright moon, and the drunk sleeps tonight dreaming of the hometown.
Autumn heart goes with the geese, enters the curtain, three glasses of turbid wine invite the bright moon, and don't lose the drunken jade platform tonight.
Comfortable body, sinking together, lovesick a wisp of the world's dreams.
Tonight, three glasses of wine send lovesickness, and a breeze sends the deceased.
A wisp of fragrant incense, hidden in lovesick dreams, three glasses of turbid wine, where to talk desolate.
Red beans and acacia are tied to Chanjuan, and three glasses of turbid wine are not night tonight.
Thinking of his hometown, where to talk desolate, a wisp of going with you, bright moonlight.
Love silk is tied to this body, sending the soul, three cups of turbid wine tonight in the dream.
Poetic and picturesque to send the clouds, thousands of miles away, three cups to invite the moon to get drunk, where to find Gillian tonight.
Three glasses of turbid wine are drunk, the moonlight is hazy tonight, and the acacia is a wisp of red on the horizon.
Petite sister, not contradictory, no fragrant grass, coconut wind with dreams.
Stroll through the Book Mountain and enjoy the flowers, life is too short and the sunset is slanting, the wind, frost, rain and snow are rugged, and the sea of poetry sails to the end of the world.
Mo Dao has a path to live at home, sailing the sea and smiling flowers.
Dressed in splendor, competing, there is a diligent path in the book mountain, and the happy life is not worried.
The sea of poetry sails for another year, the journey is thousands of miles through the secluded place, and the happy life is over a hundred rivers.
With a wave of the pen, life is too short to say goodbye, and the wind, frost, rain and snow sail upstream.
With a wave of the pen, Shushan is fortunate to have a thousand waves in the sea and thousands of miles to gallop.
The wind and rain are sudden, the sea and the sky are wide, and there is a path to life in the book mountain.
Looking for a good sentence, the end of the world is far away, and there is a diligent step, and a heart is born.
Shushan asked, life dreams are not empty, rugged and bumpy, Ren Xidong.
Life is difficult in the world, strolling through the book mountain to find sages, learning the sea is endless, diligently oars, and there is a way to climb bravely.
There is a road to climb, the sea of rhyme is endless, the book mountain is full of dangers, and life is not safe.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art