The years have been long and the road has been long, so why not look back on the vast and limited.
Near Chongyang, sideburns are dyed with frost, limited years pass with the water, and boundless autumn colors enter the vastness.
The twilight is vast and full of feelings, the limited years in the world are endless, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain are in a dream.
Another year, wolf smoke rises in the vast land, and the ruthless years sleep together in the same boat.
Urging gray hair, why do you need to ask about the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes, it seems to be drifting.
Frost and snow road, the years are sad, life is limited and vast.
Into the vastness, the limited years ruthlessly urge gray hair, and the rain is close to Chongyang.
Life is limited and vast, and there are many emotions, ruthlessly urging gray hair, how is it near.
The years are like a song and another year, a few winds and rains have turned into clouds and smoke, the vast land spring comes early, and the limited vitality is in front of you.
The dream of fluttering cannot be realized, the years are wasted and the years are sighing, and the limited sorrows and joys are all paid in a smile.
A cloud, involuntarily, urging gray hair, wind and rain and spring again.
Limited to a few more joys, the tears have dried, the gray hair is urged, and the city is full of wind and rain and autumn cold.
The years have been prosperous several times, and I don't say anything about it, who is the main one, and the limited country is for me to travel.
The sea of clouds is vast and limited in water**, the ruthless years urge people to grow old, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain fall asleep.
Limited must be cherished, the world is vast and I can go, people are easy to grow old, and one shoulder of wind and rain on the journey.
The eventful years are full of ups and downs, the vast world is wide, and the sunset is limited to shine on the mountains and rivers.
The wind and rain have been shaking for a few autumns, the eventful years are not worried, life is limited and must be cherished, and the world is vast to stay.
The waves are clear, the limited time ruthlessly urges gray hair, and the rain is wasted.
Boundless limited affection, between heaven and earth, the years are easy to get old, and the city is full of wind and rain and is nearly old.
How the wind and rain are near, the years have passed with a lot of emotion, the limited years pass with the water, and the heart is fluctuating.
Don't care, time is limited and spring, urging people to get old, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain fall into dreams frequently.
The boundless limited vastness is endless, people are easy to get old, and the city is full of wind and rain near the Mid-Autumn Festival.
sideburns are stained with frost, and after several storms and crowds to find confidants, the words are short and long.
The bamboo rhyme is getting farther and farther away over the years, the plum fragrance leads the butterfly shadow to follow, and the flowers are chanted under the moon, and it is always stupid to fall into prosperity.
The grass is green, the warbler is tactful, no one sweeps the ground, only the mountain flowers are lonely.
has gone with the flowing water, the spring breeze has sent red again, where are the people in the sound of the cuckoo, and they have fallen into a dream.
The bustling snow moon provokes acacia, and the silent night rain sits into the painting poems.
The sound of falling asleep late, the pink butterfly wakes up the flowers and thousands of trees, and when it rains.
Dancing into a dream, the warbler's voice gracefully circles the building, blows down the peach rain, and a pear blossom opens with tears.
Walking alone in front of the flowers, full of red rivers, the sound of frogs in the dead of night, and the shadow of butterflies fluttering into a dream.
The night was clear, reminiscing about the past, and a few dogs barked into the painting screen.
It is even more silent, and the people under the butterfly shadow moon are drunk alone, and the lovesick dream cannot be realized.
Dancing in the blue sky, singing a new chapter tactfully, peach and plum white flowers and yellow with rain sleep.
The red and purple flowers of a tree are ruthless, and the sound of cicadas is intermittent and faint.
The autumn air is clear, the water is flat, the geese are called outside the clouds, and the moon is down.
The sound of autumn is frightened, the dance is light, and the wind blows the flowers and Xie Xing.
The wind shakes the butterfly shadow and flies chaotically, the wet green is slight, the peach spring has gone, and the flower remnants willow and old swallow are difficult to return.
The jade dew is lightly stained with flowers, the golden wind blows off the cinnamon fragrance, and the autumn sound falls into the dream sky three times a night.
In the pen, several people are the same, flowing water, dancing in the sky.
The blessing is full of affection, Zhuang Zhou's butterfly shadow dances in the sky, Qihua Yao grass is always in spring, and the beautiful world falls rainbow.
The sound of the butterfly shadow warbler enters the picture, and there is no prosperous moon.
The affection is strong, the tears are hazy, the swallow warbler can't stop crying, and the wind blows the butterfly shadow and dances in the sky.
The spring breeze blows down the sky, thousands of purple and red warblers can't stop crying, and the bees and butterflies are chaotic.
Full of Jinghua, the butterfly shadow flutters into thousands of homes, not the flower in the middle of the world.
Over the small garden, the warbler is tactful and unswept all over the ground, and the water is cold.
Luoyang flowers, drifting to my house, Du Yu's voice in the butterfly shadow through the window screen.
The sky is full of stars, and the silent people are sleepless in front of the flowers under the moon, and the shadow passes through the window lattice.
The spring breeze blows into the dream, the mountain flowers are infinitely good, and the red dust falls.
Don't open your eyes late because of calluses, just for the early leaf fat of the new sprouts, and when the mulberry branches are ripe, the silkworm girl laughs all over the sky.
The leaves cover the wind and rain, today's flowers are full of cocoons, silkworms in the heart, and spring turns into green mulberry branches.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art