The new grave is full of yellow tears and green grass smoke, and the most, the sound of broken intestines has passed for many years.
After a long period of sorrow, the sound of broken intestines turned into a thousand lines of tears, and the fallen leaves were all over the ground.
The spring breeze blows the intestines, where the words are desolate, and the falling flowers are made into two lines of tears.
The sad wind and bitter rain are flying lonely autumn, and the most important place to leave people is when to rest.
A few sentimental, a cup of tears, leaving people's sad places, reminiscing about the old days.
Once gone, there was no sound, wandering heart, and the dream was vaguely empty to the falling flowers.
A pipa wants to break the intestines, the words are desolate, and the disturbances are all passers-by, only lovesick tears.
A paper book should have tears, and the three watches have woken up from a dream, and they have been groaning until now.
Commentaries said that there were a lot of tears, sad past, and sad songs in their voices.
After parting, the broken intestines are like frost, and the lovesickness turns into a thousand tears, and the bits and pieces become thousands of wounds.
The autumn wind leaves people everywhere, and the fallen leaves fly and lovesick tears.
Like snow, dripping into beads, leaving people for three thousand miles, when will I return to my hometown with broken intestines.
Leaving people and not returning to their hometowns, looking at the end of the world is vaguely motherly tears, waking up and throwing off old clothes.
Sad tears, sighing and despairing, the most detached is a heartbroken groan.
Causing sorrow, tears wet green shirts leave people's hearts, and meet you again.
Divorced, sad and heartbroken, tears wet green shirt drizzle into the cold window.
A year ago, I didn't see people leaving, and tears flowed.
Tears wet red paper drizzle cause sorrow for a long time, incomprehensible lovesickness, hope to break the bowels.
The bad news hurts the heart, swallows tears and cries Ya'an, how many people have left their hometowns, and the most broken intestines are the moonlight cold.
The night is not young, the words in the broken intestines are desolate, turning into a thousand lines of tears, and the fallen leaves are the hometown.
Reminiscing about the past, singing to the present, hurting the past, the autumn wind is bleak and tearful.
In the water and clouds, the dust does not count the years, returns to the pure land, and the pure heart has few desires for the city to be idle.
The mirage is lonely, Ren is shaking, the heart is like a mirror, and he is free to enjoy this night.
The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the Lantern Festival is boiling, the hustle and bustle of the world is like weaving, and I am free and lonely.
The empty birds are noisy, the light boat is a leaf at will, the boiling people are like weaving, and the distant passengers do not need to cross the bridge.
Feel free and don't want to go home, everything is wrong, fame and fortune in the far world, and the city is sparse in the depths of Taoyuan.
The mirage is illusory, Penglai Wonderland is far away, the hustle and bustle of the paradise, and you are free to be at ease.
With the dream far away, the sound of the city is not stained with cool environment, and the music is not young.
The wind and rain in the rivers and lakes are a dream, not free, there is no confidant in Chang'an City, and the Yellow Crane Tower is far away.
Where is not at ease, laughing at the hustle and bustle of the world, the heart is calm and the natural world is far away, and the sound of the city is high.
The sound of the city, the turtle and snake road is far away, and the south bank of the river is free to walk.
The Zhang family has a female mirage in sight, where to go, and the immortals are free.
At the beginning of the long hustle and bustle, the beauty of the natural Yao grass is fragrant all over the city, and it is heard from afar.
Heaven and earth are free with a feather, where is the world not noisy, who asks if the mountains are high and the road is far away, and the mirage is anyone's choice.
Charming eyes, far away from the red dust and ignorance of the world, happy race fairies.
Hongchen is self-purifying, living in the downtown and tired of disputes, listening to the hustle and bustle when he has nothing to do, and being a layman in the world.
The hustle and bustle of the world is endless, and the noise of being in the city is even stronger.
Come from afar, the hustle and bustle of the unknown moon is far away, arbitrary.
The mirage is obsessed, Penglai Wonderland is far away, and the heart is still quiet, and he is at ease.
I don't know where to go, the city is noisy, the hustle and bustle is like ants, and I am better than a fairy.
Avoid the hustle and bustle, self-leisure, the city is not clean and noisy.
Leisurely is not lonely, who asks if there is nothing to do, and the sea and sky are the tide of the city.
I vaguely heard the dog barking, vaguely saw the rooster crowing, and the noise was not happy in this life.
The sound of the autumn lights is scarce, and the hustle and bustle is not forgotten.
I haven't opened it for a long time, I am happy and leisurely, I vaguely smell chickens and dogs, and I am far away from the haze.
A scattered immortal, I don't know the year, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and the sky is relocated.
The spring breeze blows thousands of green threads, and when it lands, the warbler can't stop crying, and the dust is washed and given new poems.
Where is the hometown in the dust, the willow color is vaguely old and the dream is long, and the elm money is all the way through Hengtang.
Flowers are companions, dreams become empty, no one picks them up, and the spring breeze asks for red.
The elm money falls and the apricot blossoms are light, the spring breeze blows and grows again in February, there is no pure land between the Mo Dao dust, and the peach red willow green accompanies the king.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art