Enter the farmhouse, see the sunset, where to go, Qinghui shines all the way to the end of the world.
The wind goes to sleep, the water enters the poetry, where to go, the end of the cape is lifted together.
The breeze and the bright moon shine on whom's house, if you don't see her, where to send it, the sleepland wanderer is in tears.
Where is the breeze at the end of the world to sleep with me, looking at the dreamland thousands of miles away, a wisp of acacia into the clouds.
The rivers and mountains are in the painting, where to find the traces of dreams, the bright moon is often accompanied, and the capes are different.
Last night, I was vaguely asleep, in the window of Xiaoxuan, a bright moon shone in the sky, looking at the end of the world and tears.
The bright moon still shines in the blue sky, where to find the fragrance at the end of the world, there is no way to send lovesickness into the night, only the dream is with me.
When will it return, the flowing water is ruthless, the autumn wind is incomprehensible, and the leaves are piled up.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the fallen leaves are scattered, and the autumn wind is bleak for another year.
The autumn wind can't be swept away, the fallen leaves are full of dust, Feihong is unnoticed, and the mountains fall into a dream.
The ground is full of mourning, the autumn wind is powerless to sweep away the haze, deviating from people's expectations, and the flowing water still sends guests.
Seeing Feihong flowing water wandering together, leaving people's expectations, falling leaves silently falling into a dream.
Ding Dong, thousands of miles of Feihong return to the roots, on the sky.
The autumn wind is bleak and the chrysanthemums are yellow, the fallen leaves are scattered and full of wounds, and the Feihong ruler is not seen, and only the flowing water is complaining.
Full of Chang'an, where to go in the bleak autumn wind, the mountains and rivers are looking for bosom friends.
Feihong does not return, the mountains and rivers are murmuring, and the autumn wind blows the old plane trees, drifting for another year.
The flowing water spreads its wings into the distance, and the autumn breeze of the fallen leaves in the west mountain sends the evening cool.
The sound of the wind and rain, drifting and dissociating, send me love.
The leaves are full of stars, the autumn wind enters the painting screen overnight, where is Feihong going, and a few people listen to the small bridge and flowing water.
When will it be, the flowers will harm themselves, the autumn wind will not dissociate from people's will, and the fallen leaves will be full of Chang'an.
Walking around the village, the word is horizontal, and the fallen leaves are silently sent home.
The autumn wind is cold in a dream, the scattered leaves are not dissociated, and the flowing water still sends passenger ships.
Floating all over the ground, Xiao Se chrysanthemum yellow, Feihong went to the mountains in vain.
The clouds fly and the shadow of the mountains has a long charm, and the autumn wind and fallen leaves of Mo Dao are also desolate.
Looking for the piano platform, Feihong comes in a dream, where to go, chrysanthemums bloom.
Xiao Se chrysanthemum blooms, the ground is full of mourning, looking forward to the old people who are breaking off the flowing water.
The fallen leaves are scattered and the ground is red, the rain is hazy, there is no news of it, and the flowing water and mountains are looking for the old traces.
The mountains and rivers are nowhere to be found, and in a dream, the fallen leaves return to their roots and are full of red.
Another year, there was cold smoke, there was no trace, and there was a dream in the east.
Feihong has a letter to spread thousands of miles, flowing water ruthlessly send a ride, the most is the autumn wind to know my intentions, frequently blowing fallen leaves to the dawn.
In the early morning, the Ming Dynasty is getting longer, and last night the wind was cool and the fragrance of the garden was blown.
Out of the East China Sea, brocade is the belt, the wind blows me on the sky, and the cool air rolls out in the middle of the night.
After the rain, the weather is cool, the wind blows the grass and the grass is soaked, and no one cares, and the swallows of the Ming Dynasty are busy.
Blowing catkins, the cool moon shines on the pear blossoms at the top of the building, and the clothes are half-dyed in the Ming Dynasty to my house.
Through the clothes, it is the Ming Dynasty Xiaoxiang is as cool as water, and the phoenix seeks the phoenix.
The falling flowers are yellow, the Yiren dance clothes, and the autumn wind blows acacia with the cool night.
The air turned cool, the wind blew the grass and soaked no one asked, and the barn was full of grain.
The wind and rain are like water, and people are crazy, and the clothes are difficult to dream, and the flowers are falling.
The drizzle slightly wet clothes, the Ming Dynasty is a good spring, the autumn wind is as cool as water overnight, blowing down the sycamore all over the ground.
Where to find in the Ming Dynasty, the clothes faded away and the tears were deep, the peach blossom rain was blown off, and the cool spring shirt was my heart.
The autumn wind is falling, the sycamores are widening all over the ground, and the people are haggard, where is the hometown of the Ming Dynasty.
Blowing the incense all over the courtyard, shining on the dewdrops, the red face is old, just wait for the Ming Dynasty to try makeup again.
The clouds are clothes and xia as a wear, I don't know the year, where the people are, one night to nine days.
The wind and rain clothes of the Ming Dynasty violated the guests, the flowers were blown away, and the courtyard was full of cool dew and wet roses.
The north wind blows the snow wildly, the weather is cold and the heart is cold, the ragged is difficult to cover the body, and the Ming Dynasty will return to his hometown.
The night rain Xiaoxiang wet clothes, is the hometown, not dissociated from the cold, blowing down the sycamore all over the ground.
When the flowers of the Ming Dynasty are gone, the clothes fade and the tears are dry, the east wind blows the spring heartbeat, and the night rain is cold.
It was cold to the bone, and the blow faded all over the ground without asking, and then changed clothes.
The wind blows off the fragrance of the flowers, the night is cooler, the tears wet the clothes are difficult to dream, where is the hometown in the Ming Dynasty.
Cool clothes, stay in the Ming Dynasty and Chongyang, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the geese are cool, and the yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art