Tears flowed, stained with plain clothes, and the ancestors returned to mourn.
When the rain is dusty, the ancestors think of their relatives back then, and the old people have not returned.
In the rainy season, pedestrians think of their old relatives, and they think that they are not dusty in the past.
The old man came back with tears and scarves, and he was still in tears when he got old.
Welcome new guests, send the old year with incense, women have no ambitions, and smile.
The face is not dusty, the tears are full of tears, where are the heroines looking for bosom friends.
The spring breeze blows the green scarf, reminiscing about the old people, vaguely loving mother's tears, waking up to the moon and dust.
The old people have been seeing each other frequently, and they have diligently straightened the corner scarf for me, and the white hair has been stained with tears.
Reminiscing about the old people, wet clothes, flowers stained with dew, when empty tears stain the dust.
I was full of tears when I heard this, love and hatred are not touched, the prince will be a woman, and his heart will repay the deceased.
I couldn't hear this, and I went out of the east gate with a scarf and a cane, and went back to where the deceased was.
The scarf is full of tears, the air is sad, the green shirt is wet with tears in the west wind, and the white hair is sad and stained with Beidouchen.
During the Qingming Festival, thinking of the deceased, the ancestors turned into mud, and tears and rain fell into the dust.
Tears, the breeze on the sleeves stained with blood, and the three-foot podium students are old.
Chong Xiao Han, every time he remembers the hero's eyebrows, he is ambitious, and he is looking for a soulmate.
The blood is full of scarves, there is no reason for the country, and a sad song is not dusty.
It is difficult to meet, the Cowherd is across the heavenly and earthly roads, and the bridge is renewed.
The Tanabata Cowherd and Weaver Girl burst into tears, a deep love, and sleepless nights.
The Milky Way looks at the moon like a hook, the Qixi Magpie Bridge flows in the sky, the Weaver Girl doesn't know where to go, and the Cowherd still guards the empty building.
The meeting is not over, looking at the Milky Way in tears, I don't know where to go, the Cowherd still spends the night.
Will have a good night, cross the river of love, thousands of miles, and sing songs at the Magpie Bridge.
Crossing the Milky Way at night, thinking about tears, being able to meet, raising a glass and looking at the moon from afar.
When looking at the full moon from afar, the meeting period, where to go, who knows the cowherd at the moment.
There is a road on the Queqiao starry sky and the night is not young, and the Weaver Girl does not know where to go, and she still asks the Cowherd across the river.
The Weaver Girl is sad and hateful, today the Cowherd sighs goodbye, the Milky Way is thousands of miles, and the Queqiao meets with tears.
Cowherd Qixi tears double flow, several autumns, Queqiao can meet, raise his head to look at the moon like a hook.
Looking at the moon in the sky like a hook, when will the Queqiao meet, poor Weaver Girl tears tonight, turned into a cowherd for eternity.
The hatred is hard to get rid of, looking at the Milky Way from afar and not knowing where to go, the old empty nest.
The Weaver Girl intends to pity the Hehan, cross Tianjin, look at the starry sky for thousands of miles, and do not see the beauty of the Queqiao Society.
Intentionally pity the river Han, the weaver girl has no intention of falling in love with the Moon Palace, and on the day of the Qixi Magpie Bridge meeting, she looks at the stars in the distance.
The moon is like a hook, when will the magpie bridge meet, across the river, I don't see the cowherd crying.
The Tanabata Milky Way looks at the road from afar, when will it be, only the Cowherd's heart is easy to get drunk.
It will be tonight, the Cowherd Milky Way in the sky is thousands of miles, and the magpie bridge will be built.
The Cowherd Tanabata will be tonight, the Weaver Girl is lovesick, not the Magpie Bridge can be erected, and the tears are like a tide across the river.
The moon has no trace, the magpie bridge meets and I don't know where to go, and the cowherd is already a dreamer.
The meeting is joyful, looking at the Milky Way in the distance, the Weaver Girl doesn't know where to go, and still guards the empty nest.
The Weaver Girl Galaxy Star and Han are in love, raising their heads to look at the Magpie Bridge and renewing their relationship.
Lang Qixi will be happy to hear that weaving a Milky Way crossing, the moon is full.
The starry sky and the moonlight are deep, the magpie bridge meets with tears, and the Weaver Girl is separated by the Tianhe, who solves the loneliness of the cowherd.
The two know each other, the tears are wet, where is the Weaver Girl going tonight, the Cowherd complains to the moon about his infatuation.
Holding the river, across the water, looking at the starry sky and meeting with tears.
Where is not Chanjuan, the cape acacia scenery is infinitely good, and the moonlight in another country is round.
Chanjuan has a full moon, two capes are entangled, and the love threads are tied to a hundred years.
In the dream, the cape is full of charm, and the two places are interconnected.
Department of spring breeze, poetry to the blue sky, where to go Chanjuan, in the moonlight.
The cape is full of Chanjuan, the two are entangled, and the marriage is good for thousands of miles.
A song is sung for a hundred years, a total of Chanjuan, the two sides of the strait are concentricly knotted, and the old red rope is connected.
A line of lovesickness is thousands of miles away, the soul is haunted by dreams and tears, and Chanjuan has lingered in the heart of a weaver girl for thousands of years.
The dream is torn by the soul, a line is connected, and on this night, where is not lingering.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of Chanjuan, thousands of miles of lovesickness lingering, thousands of threads of love silk weaving, and the ends of the earth are held by two hearts.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art