Not a pair, the shadow of the remnant sun is growing, tear-jerking, where is the hometown of the bright moon
The sound of the flute blows through the hometown, the figure is thin, and the window is still shining in pairs.
Back to his hometown, the sound of the flute floated through the magpie branches, and the water shadow was long.
The lonely lamp and thin shadow against the cold window, two pairs of tears in the dream, where the flute wakes up, the bright moon in the hometown shines on the Qingjiang River.
Returning late, the sound of the flute in the shadow of the flower is shocking, and the hometown will be Chang'an tomorrow.
Blowing through a river of autumn, the moon shines on the hometown people leaning on the building, and the dream is vaguely a loving mother's shadow, and the tears have flowed first.
Where is the autumn wind in Hongyan's hometown, a pair of tearful eyes Guan Shan is only heavy.
The shadow on the placket, the sound of the double tears and the flute shocked the dream, which is the heart.
A year of double yang, the lonely lamp thin shadow tears two lines, the flute urges people to get old, I don't know the bright moon shining on the hometown.
The sound of the flute woke up from a dream, and on the way back, the shadows of the trees in front of the window moved with the wind, suspecting that the parents were on an expedition.
Homesick, tears, when to see the three of them again, short and long.
The surrounding mountains are together, and the two peaks blow through the plum blossoms, and it is suspected that it is difficult to return to the hometown.
The swallow murmured again, the moon was half bent, and the sound of the flute was in the night.
The sound of the flute is terrible, and the hometown is even more sad, sitting alone in front of the window and crying for whom.
Shine on the high-rise building, the flute is shocking and sad, and the lovesick tears fall, when will it be off.
The dream leaves the shadow of the flowers, accompanied by the moonlight, where the flute sound sends the hometown feelings.
Send a pair back to Zili in winter, go to the windowsill, and wake up from the dream of the third watch, suspected to be a hometown wanderer.
In the middle of the night, the sound of the flute fell into a dream, the bright moon in the hometown was empty, and the parents were traveling far away in front of the window.
Shine on the cold, blow the night, double tears, only the shadow leans on the railing.
The sky is light, the clouds are rolling, the grass is verdant, the water is shallow and deep, and the favorite mountain is picturesque, and there is no need to find the leisurely past.
The past is like smoke and water, the wind blows the grass and the sky is blue, and the sound of clouds and waves is cold in dreams.
Two leisurely tours, a glance to receive, the grass color is even the sky and the distant guests, and the clouds reflect the sunshine on the high-rise buildings.
The autumn light is infinitely colored like gold, the clouds are light and the sky is high and leisurely with the dream, and the mountain is still accompanied by poetry.
With the clouds, the grass is green and green into the eyes, and the water of the mountain shape is like smoke and can be cut.
In the dream, the water shadow mountain shape is splendid, and it is at your disposal.
The two are close to each other, like smoke that does not go back, and the willow crescent moon breaks through the clouds.
The grass is blue, the sky is high and the clouds are faint, and the past goes away with the wind, forming into the picture screen.
The sky is bleak and the rain hits the window, the water is all a painting, and there are two lines of tears.
If the smoke of the past is suspicious, the water shadow mountain shape comes into the eyes, the willow color is green, and the cloud heart is wandering in the moon.
Quiet like a beautiful woman lying down, the past is like a passing water, even the sky is obsessed, and the clouds reflect the moon and contemplate the eyes.
The autumn moon is bright, a total of clarification, all are picturesque, and the past is vaguely haunting in a dream.
Things are unbearable, the shape is also real, the eyes are confused, and the wind is in the ears and listens to the clouds.
The two states of the mountain water depend on each other, can not be chased, the eyes are lost, and the wind is flying in the ears.
A touch of the slanting sun and bright moon and water cloud township, like smoke, the past goes with the wind, looking at the mountain shape and letting me be crazy.
The rain is full at the beginning of the month, the willow color is vaguely like last year, the mountain shape is all into the painting, and the past is all smoke.
The thousand-year-old past goes with the wind, and when it comes into the eyes, the sun is vast and the world is wide, and the geese break through the clouds.
The water state of the mountain shape is similar, the past is vaguely like the beginning, the grass is even the sky and the eyes are lost, and the wind is in the ears.
The two phases are harmonious, the clouds are light and the wind is as light as smoke and goes with the dream, and the old dance is swaying.
The sky is high and the clouds are light and the moon is like a hook, the water is artesian, the mountain is still haggard, and the past looks back at several autumns.
The past has been like smoke, the water shadow mountain shape is a thread, the willow color is vaguely gone, and the bright moon hangs on the clouds.
The wind blows the trees, the past is vaguely moonlit, the eyes are lost, the clouds open and the fog disperses and spring.
The grass color even the sky mist disperses to see the green hills, go with the wind, like a mountain into the eye.
People are far away, the sky is high and the water seems to want to stay, in front of you.
Acacia endless tears like rain, drinking thousands of cups drunk like mud, where to send the heart of the rhino, is not selfish desire to bully people.
God does not bless, the public heart is frank and painful to drink the yellow spring water, and the tears wash the blood of the common people and stain it red.
The moon falls and people are quiet, selfish desires provoke hatred for no reason, and the liver and intestines are broken without regret, and a tear is crystal clear.
Wenchuan ** came with tears, and selfish desires flowed and the right way was a public heart.
As a downpour, the pain penetrates the heart of Judan to show the sun and the moon, and casts the Great Wall.
Returning to heaven and selfish desires, having the heart to serve the country with sincerity and firmness, losing heroism, and tearing wet green shirts to sacrifice the passing river.
It may not be a positive result, ask the antecedents, drink a thousand cups and people are not drunk, and the breeze and the moon are stained with tears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art