The moon is sprinkled with clear light and chrysanthemums blooming all over the field, and you are invited to enjoy the ice heart without staining.
I haven't heard it for a long time, Fu Liuyun, saying that there is no confidant in the world, and he is a gentleman in the world.
And send the ice heart cloud out, invite the bright moon to sprinkle three thousand miles, and spread poetry to Kyushu.
The night is deep, the moonlight is like water sprinkled on the clothes, and the breeze is intentionally icy and sings with me.
It is all fate, and the mountains are full of snow and snow, in nine days.
Sympathy, the ice heart is in the jade pot, and the scattered poems and books are the way back.
When is it still a day, I don't see what I think about for thousands of miles, and I don't sleep all night.
Thousands of miles meet and continue this relationship, love is all tears, and it turns into smoke.
Today's thinking of relatives is very sentimental, tears are stained in the Qingming season, if you have to reunite in the next life, you will continue the dream of the front edge.
Vaguely tearful two lines, Sijun did not see the intention of hesitating, if there is a reunion day, and then continue the front edge of the short and long words.
When I meet a confidant and a deceased, I can't think about it, and the two lines of turbid tears fall.
How to fall asleep, continue the old time, a thousand lines of tears, don't think twice about hurt.
The night rain knocks on the window and can't think about it, the tears are hard to collect, the reunion day, and then the front edge to the white head.
A song is not seen in a dream, if there is a reunion day in the next life, the front edge will continue to a hundred years.
Where to meet in the next life, there is a fate to find a trace of thousands of miles, I don't see what is in my heart, and I hate it with tears.
It's always fate to meet and smile, when to pay it back, the two lines of Qing are sprinkled, and Siqing's heart is cold when she doesn't see it.
Sitting alone by the river and thinking about a thousand things, the lonely boat is far away with tears, if there is a reunion day in the next life, continue to have a relationship tonight.
It's always fate, and there will be endless tears in the next life, and there are thousands of thoughts.
Sijun doesn't see the bridge, the hatred is not gone, if the next life can be continued, the fate is destined to be free in this life.
A smile and tears are like a tide, don't think about you thousands of miles away, don't ask where to go in the next life, and have a good night in this world.
There is no period, why don't we know each other in this world, thousands of mountains are separated, and tears fall when I wake up from my dream.
Thousands of miles of the Yangtze River continue this relationship, leave people's tears, and often think about the bright moon after farewell.
When I went to Jiangnan, I reunited in the next life with tears, the old time.
Holding hands knows that they see tears, Sijun does not understand the parting sorrow, if there is a reunion day in the next life, and then continue the front edge to the white head.
This love is true, and the fate is set to think about the past before spending tonight, and meet with a smile and tears.
Gathered at the end of the world, I hope that I will not love my family in the next life, and I will faintly cry in my dreams, and miss the flowers of my hometown.
In the middle of the night, I often think about it a few times with tears in my eyes, and if there is a front in the next life, the words are short and long.
With tears streaming down his face, he thought about the reunion in the next life in the middle of the night, and the fate of the previous life.
From the middle of the night to dawn, there was a faint laughter in the dream, and I knew that I was a guest, and the candles in front of the window were crystal with tears.
The spring silkworm vomited out, and by dawn, no one knew that the candle had tears, and the west window had been lit up.
I don't feel cold, tears are in my eyes, and I am still resting again.
The candles are full of tears, and I don't feel that the third watch is applauding heavily, and the spring city is full of laughter.
People are quiet until dawn, singing with the moon, and they don't realize that the candles in front of the window are crystal clear.
It's another spring when I want to talk, and the candle in front of the window is three more people in my dream.
The feeling is not true, the candle tears are new, and it is a sleepless night, reminiscing about the old people.
Candles are full of tears, walking in dreams, just waiting for the dawn to be full of laughter in the spring city.
One night, the sky was bright and the rain was clear, the sound of spring, I didn't feel that the east wind was warm, and the candle was high to five watches.
From time to time, there are roosters crying in surprise, occasionally hearing dogs barking until dawn, and candles in front of the window are in a dream.
Woke up from a dream, tears were crystal clear, sleepless nights, and still restless.
The cold window candles are hazy, and the dream of the three watches is empty, and after the dawn and the people are quiet, the lovesickness is speechless.
Acacia has not been able to dream all night, and only after feeling that the candle tears are silent.
To the slanting sun, two lines of tears, the candle has a heart and a pity, and the lovesickness does not feel that the night is long.
I don't feel that dusk is approaching, and after the tears are gone, I know that after the day is clear, I am speechless and leaning on the railing.
People are sleepless, laughter and laughter are boundless, and they don't realize that they are gray and tears are beginning to dry.
Hongchen language, in the middle of the night, I have the heart to say goodbye, to the third watch.
The moon went upstairs, the candles flowed tears, and the dawn was still unacceptable.
The tears did not stop, and the lovesickness was a sleepless night, and the laughter was scarce.
Last night, the voice of the foreign language in the bright window was soft, and Fang Jue was cold physically and mentally, and he went to the fifth watch.
It is difficult to speak in the world, Tianming Ruan does not know the year, how to be under the candle under the west window, and talk about Sang Ma is not sweet.
I didn't feel the cold and frost, the night was quiet and the candle was red, and after the dawn was gone, I was still speechless to the sky.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art