I used to remember with Jun Wanli, and the fallen leaves were full of two lines of words flying south.
Crossing the east of the river, the sunset is red, the fallen leaves are silently floating all over the ground, and the word flying geese in the south is called the sky.
The falling leaves are flying in the west and east, the geese are calling the sky, the afterglow is infinitely good, and the autumn wind is bleak and affectionate.
Over the long sky, the fallen leaves are scattered and the ground is red, and the autumn wind flows down the west and the water flows east.
Outside the floating clouds, the dream chases where the autumn wind flies, to the south sky.
The river is full of red, the afterglow reflects in the water, and the fallen leaves are floating and the goose is called the sky.
Dancing in the west and east, the geese call the sky and frost withering the green trees, and the rain hits the autumn wind.
The wild goose word flies south and the fallen leaves are vast, not dissociating from people's minds, and falling asleep.
The cold tide flies with rain overnight, the autumn wind sends people home, the scattered fallen leaves follow the flowing water, and the geese at the end of the world are sparse.
The autumn wind is yellow with a hundred grasses, the morning flowers are full of flowers, the fallen leaves follow the flowing water, and the word goose flies south and a few lines.
Dye the afterglow, go and don't return, ethereal, the autumn wind sends cool chrysanthemum fertilizer.
When the chrysanthemum is yellow, the leaves are full of fragrance, detached from people's expectations, and the frost in the two places is blown open overnight.
One night, the fireworks bloom and thank you, the end of the world, with the flowing water, the geese call the sky and do not see home.
The autumn breeze sends a cool afterglow to reflect the green and slight, the fallen leaves drift away with the water, and the geese return to the south in the sky.
Floating all over the yellow ground, the word South Flying Goose is in a row again, a touch of red like fire, turning into an autumn breeze to send the evening cool.
The word goose is far away from the clouds, the rain is cold, and it is not dissociated, and it blows away from the mountains overnight.
The sunset dyes all the colors of a thousand mountains, the autumn wind and frost overnight, the fallen leaves drift back to their homeland, and the word flying geese in the south becomes a line again.
The courtyard is cool, and the fallen leaves are picked up with the flowing water at the end of the day, and the road is long.
The leaves of the West Mountain are dyed with frost, another year, the sunset is infinitely good, and the autumn wind sends the cool moon.
Outside the Beidou floating clouds, people are in the fallen leaves of the West Mountain, the autumn wind blows white hair overnight, and the sunset is red in dreams.
Looking at the cuiwei, the autumn breeze is bleak and the chrysanthemum is fat, with the flowing water, the goose flies south and returns to the north.
The autumn wind sinks westward, returns to his homeland, and a group of geese move south.
At the end of the world, the lonely Chang'e drifted into a dream with the wind, and it has been full of flowers.
The lonely west wind has sunk at night, a waning moon shines alone, Sijun does not see the snow, and the fallen leaves return to the root and it is spring.
Blowing dreams far away, the red dust disturbs the waning moon hanging in the sky, and the lonely Chang'e leans on the Guilou.
The autumn wind and fallen leaves are always sad, a bend of the moon hangs in the sky, and the clear light shines on the old people.
A waning moon is empty, and people do not return, and the fallen leaves are full of tears with the wind.
The mountain is spring, and there are many things disturbed by a bend, and it is dusk.
The leaves are full of rivers and lakes, the world is full of laughter, I don't know where to go, and I am lonely and lonely.
Xiaoxiang is chaotic and unbearable, the lonely lamp and the waning moon are lovesick and tearful, and the lonely building recalls the old people.
Hanging on the mountain peaks, teary eyes, falling leaves drifting and complaining about the autumn wind.
Lonely dancing clothes, the waning moon and lonely lamps bloom like snow, and the autumn wind and leaves are full of flowers.
Fallen leaves are accompanied by slanting sun, white flakes flying, and the waning moon and west wind are lonely and birds return alone.
Chu rain is flying, and the leaves are full of Xiaoxiang, and there are two lines of tears in the waning moon and Chang'e.
Shine on the cold river, the building is not in the middle of the night, where is the drift going, and who is hurt.
Lonely boat, lonely, according to the five lakes, the world is full of fallen leaves.
Fallen leaves drift and another spring, chaotic dust, the waning moon shines on the lonely shadow, and the lonely Chang'e thinks of the old people.
The pear blossoms bring the rain chaotically, the fallen leaves are scattered and unbearable to hear, and the waning moon is like a hook and returns to people at lonely nights.
The night is deep, shining away from people, flowing water, and chaotic.
After years of loneliness and hatred, the waning moon is desolate and broken, the past is like smoke into a dream, and the autumn wind is full of falling leaves.
The autumn wind and fallen leaves fly up to the sky, and the waning moon does not know the loneliness and hangs on the treetops.
Chaos, unbearable, a waning moon hangs in the west window, lonely lovesickness and jun.
A waning moon shines on the past and the present, the lonely Chang'e floats thousands of miles with the wind, and the flying flowers are intoxicating.
After crossing the long bridge, the waning moon hangs like a hook on the treetops, and the leaves fall all night in love.
The ground is full of frost, the autumn wind is bleak, the waning moon hangs in the sky, and there are two lines of tears.
Disturbing things, falling leaves all over the world, where is Chang'e home with a waning moon.
The night is cold, the lonely lamp is lonely, and the fallen leaves follow the flowing water, flying for another year.
The small characters on the red note are tender and a little infatuated, and the heart holds the bright moon, two lines of poetry.
Tenderness is like water and moonlight, the tears of the small red note have not dried, where to send a wisp of lovesickness, and I want to tell my heart to the king.
Also full of tears, lovesick to send a who, small characters can not be written, only tenderness in dreams.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art