Moving for nine days, I want to write a ruler with tears, where to go, where to dream of chasing the breeze.
The bright moon accompanied me in the sky, and I sent the music book to the cuckoo.
A wisp of soul, half a bright moon smile, still there, full of tears.
If you want to send the ruler to the wild goose, it is difficult to send the sound book to distant people, the bright moon does not know where to go, and the breeze is still full of things.
The sound is tactful, the red ruler is shining in the sky, and the breeze sends me back.
The lonely shadow near the window is thin, the breeze enters the house dark and fragrant, and I want to send the ruler to the wild goose, and the sound book is sent to the jade hook.
Climbers fly with the red leaves, and want to support the autumn wind and geese.
Like the beauty of red leaves, don't forget the wine people's book, and send your heart.
Loneliness comes to support dreams, Hongyan passes books to his hometown, yellow flowers should laugh at me, and the mountains are full of red leaves.
The autumn color of Nanfei is good, to the end of the world, the yellow flowers are not dissociated, and the red leaves and acacia fall on my house.
The chrysanthemum is fragrant, the charm is long, and a piece of Danxin Hongyan passes through Hengyang.
The red leaves reflect the slanting sun, the yellow flowers everywhere fly south to pass the ruler element, and the golden wind sends cool autumn light.
Chanjuan's heart, Hongyan is in love in her dreams, and Huanghua can't solve the name of the empty wanderer.
The wild goose flies south without sustenance and the light boat, and the yellow flower is difficult to understand the wanderer's sorrow.
The autumn colors are good, the red leaves are cool in the evening breeze, and a bright moon is in the hometown.
The green mountains are in good autumn color, the evening breeze is cool, and a line of wild geese and geese are sent to the distance.
The two sleeves of the breeze support the sun and the moon, write spring and autumn, smile at the frost everywhere, and the red leaves are full of mountains with water flow.
Hongyan flew thousands of miles to the south, Tuoyun took away his hometown, and Huanghua did not solve the empty problem of wandering.
It's still brilliant, it's colorful, it's bright moon, and it's sent to you.
Who will inscribe the red leaves, I will raise the yellow flowers together, the wild goose flying south is far away, when to dream of Xiaoxiang.
Tuo Fengyan went back for another year, and Mo Dao yellow flowers and red leaves have a good chapter.
What does it mean, Tuo Qingbo, the yellow flowers are incomprehensible and lovesick, and the red leaves are difficult to know and lonely.
The yellow flowers are all over the garden in spring, and the red leaves inscribe poems in the autumn wind pass the ruler element, but the wild goose is unbearable.
Autumn is cool, yellow flowers swaying in the evening breeze, and a line of wild geese and geese are sent into the distance.
Supporting the crescent moon, the wild goose passes the book yellow flowers and autumn colors are old, better than spring.
The wild goose has passed, the bright moon and jade are told, and the yellow flowers are thin and withered.
The fragrance is full of buildings, a mountain of red leaves takes away the lovesickness, and the wanderer is sad.
The fragrance of red leaves and yellow flowers in the mountains strikes people, and the autumn color of the south is beautiful, and the auspicious clouds are to.
Dreaming often of worrying about the country, sending love to the wild goose to report the family letter, the yellow flowers are all over the wind and laughing, and the red leaves are full of mountains reflecting the sun.
The wild goose throws to the south, the sky is thousands of miles long, the yellow flowers are blooming, and the mountains are full of red leaves.
Falling full of heads, known autumn, Tuo Mingyue, Hongyan sent me a book.
Light and autumn, the moon is full of sorrow, outside the mountains, tears flow before dawn.
The moon fu poems send acacia, full of autumn pools, out of people's minds, and when you wake up from a dream.
A song is the most Yulin bell, and the acacia turns into the water of the Yangtze River, flowing to the end of the world to send this life.
Broken bowels and tears, dreams are difficult to come true after parting, and the heart is sent to the bright moon, and I am afraid that lovesickness will be missed in this life.
A song of lovesickness and lovesickness, sending the voice of the heart, this is far away from the world, and the dream is vaguely broken.
Where to send a thousand words, two lines of lovesick tears on a piece of paper, the most bitter from people's hearts, the autumn wind does not solve the intestinal wounds.
Thousands of miles away, the broken intestine is the most infinite who to sue, and the heart sends the jade flute.
A song of pipa wants to break the intestines, tears are in a row, who sends the small characters on the red note, only the lovesickness is longer than the dream.
Two lines of endless tears, a piece of infatuation sent to the distance, leaving people who don't know where to go, sad and sad.
Send the clouds, acacia thousands of wisps drift with the wind, where to go, the sky above the broken intestine cliff is lonely.
I don't see the broken intestines and sorrow for the ages, there is nowhere to find it, and the small characters on the red note are sent to my heart.
Sad and broken, I don't see the brocade book without a wild goose, and there are two lines of tears.
A wisp of lovesickness is thousands of miles away, a few hearts are sent to the sky, and it is the most ruthless thing to leave people, always throwing away broken intestines and tears.
Where to send, full of lovesickness and bitterness from people's hearts, the end of the world is looking to break a few intestines.
When he returned, tears were like silk in the sound of broken intestines, and a wisp of lovesickness was scattered with the wind, and the end of the world was bright.
Where to send affection for a piece of acacia, the most important thing to leave people is to get involved in the five watches.
Silk sent to the platform, lovesick and inseparable, full of tears.
Two lines away from people's tears, the words in the broken intestines are desolate, turning into a rain of flying flowers, sprinkled to the end of the world to send their hometown.
Who listens to the broken intestines, looks at the sky, and wants to send his heart by the wind, but it causes lovesickness and rain.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art