Singing the rose, the willow silk hangs, detached from people's expectations, blowing off the autumn flowers and flying all over the ground.
The wind falls and the leaves are yellow, the things are changed for new makeup, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the chrysanthemums are appreciated by the east fence.
The autumn is high and cool, the wild goose is flying south, the chrysanthemum is yellow, after the person goes, the white clouds see the slanting sun in the depths.
A song of Yangguan people in the water**, the west wind does not understand the lovesickness, and sends the autumn sound to the hometown.
Mu Zhaohui on the mountain, a touch of slanting sun shines on the cuiwei, the west wind blows to wake up from a dream, and the red leaves in the garden return in autumn.
One night the west wind was thousands of miles, and when I got to the window, I was as red as blood, and I didn't see the people who picked the rose.
The hero has passed away and hated for a thousand years, the west wind is sad overnight, and after the Mo Dao Caiwei people go, the slanting sun still shines on the tall buildings.
A piece of sunshine, the rose pickers are blowing down the sycamore leaves, and the southern grass is yellow.
Why do you bother to find Tao Ling, ask Shouyang, once the west wind blows the leaves, autumn is still spring.
Mountains and rivers wave colorful pens, write chapters in the sun and the moon, have selfless thoughts of heaven and earth, and have warm intestines.
Gray hair, mountains and rivers, grass and trees into dusk, there is no way to reach, the world is blank a grain of dust.
The world and the ice heart send the hometown, many splendor, and the sun and moon are brilliant.
Send the jade platform, I don't know the world is wrapped in silver, and the shadow is cut.
The mountains and rivers are deliberately turning, the sun and the moon are ruthless, the years are moving, the world is vast, and a long howl sends lovesickness.
The sun and the moon shine, the mountains and rivers are ruthless, where to send the heart, the sky and the earth are free.
Heaven and earth know each other, thousands of miles of clouds and notes send distant thoughts, looking at the mountains and rivers are more splendid, and the sun and moon are less blurred.
Who is pitiful in the world of Qinji's bosom friend, and I have not slept when the mountains and rivers are broken and floating.
The river is a line, and the world is endless, to the nine springs.
Ruthlessly urging gray hair, mountains and rivers intend to change their faces, who will send it, and the world is vast for me to be idle.
The wind and clouds change with the changes, the ups and downs, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the dream of the reincarnation of the sun and the moon is not true.
The tears have dried, the two are speechless, and the dream of broken mountains and rivers and reincarnation has not come true.
Thousands of miles show a new look, the sun, moon and stars are the same color in the world, and the spring breeze and rain send lovesickness.
The stars are divided into day and night, and the grass and trees are in spring and autumn, and the selfless people in the world are allowed to stay.
With the heart of heaven and earth in mind, the ancient and modern, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon have spirit.
Sending dreams to the distance, heaven and earth are the present day, the magnificent scenery is good, and the scenery is delicate.
The mountains and rivers are receiving, according to China, and the heavens and rivers and lakes are full of spirit.
The sun and moon in the pot are up and down, from ancient times to the present, where to send the ice heart, there is a bosom friend in the dazed world.
The rivers and lakes do not change the color of the world, a piece of ice sends the clouds, and the sun and the moon shine on the world.
Sorrowful intestines, a leaf yellow, empty and lonely, the sun and the moon from the vicissitudes of life.
The mountains and rivers are broken several times after spring, the sun, moon and stars are also real, who is the lord of the vast heaven and earth, and a glass of turbid wine sends red dust.
The mountains and rivers are endless, and I am smiling.
Heaven and earth move, send the sky, mountains and rivers are broken, family and country hate, the sun and moon are ups and downs, bloody and bloody.
Sending the rivers and lakes to white hair, letting go of the world and thousands of miles of broad-mindedness, the sun and the moon and the millennium weather are new.
At the end of the world, how to find a bosom friend, the cape meets a heart, love, and Feihong does not see tears.
Full of tears, where is the end of the world not to dissociate from people's minds, to the hearts of guests.
The dream has been broken, and it will not be returned, where is the end of the world and there is a jade plate tonight.
Returning, where there is no grass in the northern wanderers, there is a moonlight at night.
When will the end of the world be returned, the years urge people to grow old, and send letters.
The spring breeze of the cape is often restricted, the grass at the end of the world is always lingering, and Feihong is not dissociated, and he still has his love in front of him.
Ruthless sideburns are dyed with frost, Feihong will never return to his hometown, it is difficult to see each other at hand, when will the cape be held together.
Like Feihong, strong affection, where is, Acacia Cape and Jun Tong.
The end is lonely, the corner is full of Chanjuan, urging people to get old, and thousands of miles of Feihong send the old year.
The cape is lovesick at night, according to the vicissitudes of life, leaving people's wishes, and always sending love silk to his hometown.
Sincere and sincere Feihong let me swim, where is the end of the world, when will the acacia cape rest.
Feihong is unpredictable, ruthless is the most when the flowers fall, where to find the grass, who sings bamboo branches at the cape.
The end of the world is close at hand to find the grass, looking for the old people, when the love is deep, the hatred is late, and Feihong does not see the tears stained with the scarf.
The coconut wind and cape are looking for good sentences, wandering the world to find good poems, thousands of miles of flying and passing on the ruler, and the love is sincere.
Four seasons of flowers, Feihong transmission is close to each other, and the wind sends the sunset.
Thousands of miles of flying hung are linked, entangled together, when the end of the world is close at hand, and the cape clouds are looking forward to the full moon.
Where there is no fragrant grass, there are old people in the cape, and when the love is deep, it is late to hate, and there is no trace of it.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art