There is no way to send, and self-poured, after the wind and rain, and you will come together today.
The sun is Chongyang, the chrysanthemum is yellow, who is together, where is the desolate words of the old people.
The Ming Dynasty is bright and red again, looking at the distant sky, thousands of miles away, where do the old people find the traces.
A glass of turbid wine is broken, where is the meeting today, and the Ming Dynasty is parting from another country.
The deceased has been around for more than three years, and a few glasses of turbid wine were at the beginning, if they were reunited, why not send books again today.
Last year, there was a spring breeze today, it was different, the cup could not eliminate the hatred in the heart, so the person was still in a dream.
Wait until a pot of wine in the Ming Dynasty, I don't know how drunk it is today, push the cup and change the lamp for 3,000 miles, but there are old people to send books.
Seeing the old man, if you push the cup and change the lamp, if you get together again, you might as well raise the bottle again.
There is no more fire today, exchange wine money, and let me get drunk in the cup, so where can people find a paradise.
It's a sunny day again, today's spring breeze blows willow smoke, a glass of turbid wine is relatively drunk, and a thousand miles are a total of Chanjuan.
Suspend the cup, in order to ask the deceased if he will come and go, and break up, where will the Ming Dynasty be more accompanied.
The old man has a cup of chrysanthemum is yellow, the autumn color is good, and the vicissitudes of life with you today.
The moon is full, where is the Ming Dynasty alone listening to the wind and rain, and people have not returned.
Sleepless in the middle of the night to mourn alone, suddenly heard the sound of rain outside the window, the Ming Dynasty is the day of flowers, but there is a dream tonight.
Clear and singing, sleepless in the middle of the night, if there is a reunion day, live up to the moonlight tonight.
The Ming Dynasty is in its prime, why not spend a lot of time tonight, sleepless and sleepless, listen to the orchestra in front of the window.
Tonight is the Ming Dynasty again, drunk and sleepless with me.
Sleep thoughts are thick, lying in the window and listening to the flowers are blooming days, and the dreams are different.
Blowing rain and night, tossing and turning sleepless and leaning on the railing, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty are better, and there is no loneliness tonight.
It's the spring breeze again, the moonlight is thick, and I can't sleep in the middle of the night thinking about the past, listening to the song of the Guanghan Palace.
When I fell into a dream, a hundred flowers bloomed, and I suddenly heard sleepless tears outside the window.
People are quiet and sleepless, sitting alone in front of the window in front of the Ming Dynasty flowers, tonight in the dream will be Chanjuan.
Listen to the falling flowers in front of the window, look at the end of the world in the middle of the night, if there is a tea in the Ming Dynasty tonight.
In the Ming Dynasty, the moon was full tonight, and I didn't know how to worry about watching the rain in the middle of the night.
The wind in the night, where to find the traces, the rain outside the window, into a dream.
Sleepless to the fifth watch, Yulin bell, the Ming Dynasty is in a dream tonight.
Lying and listening to the rain outside the window, my thoughts are added, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty are better, where is not the reunion tonight.
The spring of the Ming Dynasty is full of the west of the city, and I don't feel that the moon is low tonight, and I can't sleep in the middle of the night to listen to the partridge cry.
When the moon is full, the flowers are full of branches and the leaves are blown, just to give new poems.
Sleepless night rain wash early in the morning, sit alone in front of the window and listen to the birds, I hope that the flowers of the Ming Dynasty are better, and tonight lives up to the beauty.
Lying down and listening to the night rain sleepless reminiscing about the old years, I hope that the Ming Dynasty will be Chanjuan in the dream.
The autumn rain is miserable, telling about parting, sleepless only for lovesickness, listening to the wind in the middle of the night and full of tears.
Tonight is the moon like a hook, don't ask the Ming Dynasty railing to listen to the night rain, sleepless only for one person to worry.
Get up the third watch, sit alone in front of the window and listen to the sound of the rain, don't ask the Ming Dynasty to dream of a sunny day.
Listening to the sound of rain, the sleepless night is in the middle of the autumn wind, and the moon is not full.
Where to go, there is a dream to the end of the world, sleepless just to listen to the wind and count the falling flowers.
There is a lot of moonlight, the wind and rain of the Ming Dynasty are a song of Yangguan, and sleep sings alone.
In the past, the green willow and red plum were accompanied by zero snow, and the full moon is now again, waiting for the dawn.
The red skirt and green umbrella reflect the morning glow, the pink face is shy of a flower, the rain and the wind are scattered, and the green and green leaves are all over the world.
There are three or two peach blossoms, the small bridge and flowing water umbrella are like yarn, the ocean is common, and the green willows and green lotus reflect the colorful glow.
Go to the end of the world, there is no home, eternal dreams, and the city is full of kapok.
Where is E's home, the jade is full of the world, the spring returns, and an umbrella opens ten thousand flowers.
The small umbrella opens a piece of xia, thousands of flowers, whose daughter, smiling and pointing to the green skirt is my baby.
The red dress of the spring breeze reflects the colorful glow overnight, and the scattered mud Jun Mo smiles, and the green shoots will still be blooming in the coming year.
Spring has withered, and I saw that the new sprouts broke through the ground, stretched out thousands of flowers, and the heart was full of stars.
The beauty in the green gauze tent is nurturing young shoots, not competing for flowers, and the green umbrella is unique.
An umbrella opens the wind on both sides of the strait, the mountains and flowers are full of water flowing east, and thousands of sails pass in the ocean, and the young and middle-aged are like dreams.
On a bright moonlit night, it is common to see an umbrella holding an ocean, and you can sleep freely.
The scattered remnants of the red can't bear to hear, tears are in full swing, whose little girl holds an oil umbrella, and the rain hits the banana flowers to break the soul.
The willows are green, the drizzle is flying and the leaves are zero, the flowers are blooming, the bees and butterflies are dancing, and the swallows and warblers are singing by the lakeside.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art