There is nowhere to send, who knows if the end of the world is lonely, and it is still self-telling and dreaming.
A tree of peach blossoms is silent, there is no fragrant grass, and the moon is bright on the cape.
Chasing clouds, sending mountains and rivers to the end of the world to find old dreams, talking about mulberry hemp.
Where is the end of the world not home, the cape is boundless and the waves are sweeping the sand, the love is deep when it is late, and the yellow flowers are all over after Feihong.
The virgin family, one branch is the only one, and the flowing water ruthlessly sends the flowers.
Dream around the south bank of the river, look at the broken Feihong is nowhere to be seen, where is the end of the world, the cape and the king.
The landslide cracks and the wind blows the child's love, and the ends of the world meet again.
The moon shines brightly, and there is no bell to startle the birds, and it is the third watch.
Intermittent willow tops are green, walking alone in the middle of the night, lovesickness is difficult to dream, the mountains and rivers are far away and the moon is empty.
There is a road to the fairyland, fall asleep, and stay until dawn to applaud, laughter and laughter.
Hundreds of peanuts, can't be painted, wait until the sound of pounding clothes on the other side of the bank in the morning.
Sleepless until dawn, I suddenly heard the water outside the window and doubted that it was the road, and I fell into a dream and vaguely loved it.
The silent moonlight is clear, accompanied by the shadow to the dawn, and the lovesickness enters the dreaming mountain for thousands of miles.
The mountain flowers and bees flew into the dream, and Mo Dao Tianming smiled all over the building.
The beauty goes, the lake reflects the blue sky, the flowers fall from the sky, and the tears are hazy.
The red sun shines brightly, the geese have the voice, and the mountains and lakes are always about dreaming.
Listen to the sound of birds in the rain and clouds, and when it comes to dawn, the spring is good in a dream, and you are drunk and lie in front of the mountain to see Luoying.
The mountains don't hate to follow the clouds, the water brings away the sorrow and falls into a long dream, and the moon is like frost in the sound of the sky.
Go with the clouds, take the dew, applaud heavily, and laugh all over the building.
Last night, the sky was bright and rainy, and I suddenly heard the sound of birds crying outside the window, the mountain flowers were full of spring light, and a wisp of fragrance lingered in my dream.
It was dawn outside the window of the east wind overnight, and the rivers and mountains could not be painted in the early morning.
Snowflakes drift, to Xie Qiao, the most is after the Tianming people go, silent moisturizing things as fine as hair.
The spring breeze is dreaming of a hundred flowers, the mountains and lakes are bright and quiet, and the laughter and laughter are free.
The highest building, the fallen leaves are silently full of autumn, and when will the family mountain fall asleep.
The days are getting longer, the light rain is bright, the spring is good, and the flowers are fragrant.
People have not returned, knock on the window and return to their dreams, and stay until dawn with laughter and spring thunder.
Tears are flying, looking at the broken family mountain Tianming thinking of the hometown, and the bird calls for spring.
The drizzle grazes silently to the front of the village, and the dream is frequently looked back and seen.
There is no hometown sound in the mountains for thousands of miles, and the young man's heart is often recalled in the dream, so he doesn't know where to go, and he thinks of Jun in the middle of the night.
Looking for old traces in the dream, the hometown sound is still heard in the ears, and there is no childhood shadow, only the breeze accompanies the deceased.
Reminiscing about the old people, tears stained with towels, the heart is old first, and I often miss my relatives in my dreams in the middle of the night.
I can't help but think about it, I look for my confidant everywhere, my love is still there, and I often accompany you in my dreams in the middle of the night.
The hometown sound does not change the old face, the dream is still there, the water goes, only the thoughts are haunted in the heart.
In the dream, the mother's hometown is very affectionate, and it is difficult to get together for thousands of miles, when will the deceased return home.
The turbid wine recalls the old man, several times Sijun tears stained the scarf, it is difficult to give up the unchanged feelings, and the dreams are vaguely laughing and talking.
The Great Wall of China thinks of strong men, does not look back, does not change his mind and grows old, and is still in a dream.
A song of hometown is full of tears, and the dream often recalls the young heart, the old man is far away from the mountains, only the thoughts are like the depths of the sea.
Looking in the dream, the hometown voice has not changed, and the shadow of the childhood is missing, and the wind accompanies the deceased.
There is no reason for thousands of miles of Guanshan, tears stained with towels, the hometown voice has not changed and the heart is old, and I often remember my relatives in my dreams in the middle of the night.
The loving mother was in tears, and she didn't see where the old people were to be found, and the sound of the countryside was still in her ears, and she often remembered the heart of her youth.
I don't know the cold, my tears haven't dried, and I return home in my sleepless dreams in the middle of the night.
The green shirt is full of tears, the wind and rain are difficult to have the power to return to heaven, and Du Yu's voice is often heard in dreams.
It's hard to write about the bottom of my heart, I often remember the people in front of me, and the green shirt is full of tears during the Qingming Festival.
The autumn wind blows dreams and sleeps and misses his hometown, and the dew soaks the banana tears.
The night is not young, what does it matter if it is soaked, it is difficult to make a sentence, it is the hometown.
It is difficult to keep the place, the soul has been broken, and the rain hits the plantain and soaks the old Luo skirt.
Dreaming of a confidant must be goodbye eventually, it is difficult to meet again, the green shirt is unconscious, and a curtain of rain and flowers falls.
Sleepless in the middle of the night, the moonlight is bright, vaguely dreaming of old love, lovesickness turned into green shirts to the fifth watch.
Looking for Fanghua, to the end of the world, the smoke and rain road, the mind is chaotic.
The end of the world is close at hand, the Ming Dynasty is another spring, the unprovoked wind and rain destroy the flowers, and look forward to the clouds and mountains to remember the old people.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art