Klook is far away when the book is not sent to see the white hair of 3,000 zhang, and the green mountains are close at hand.
The strings and pianos rhyme far away, the geese are blue and the sky is far away, with the same joys and sorrows, and the end of the world is close to this night.
Thousands of miles in one day, dreams are difficult to come true, climb to the heights, send me homesickness to the moonlight.
The end of the world is speechless and tears are like a tide, where this ** is sent, and a heart is thousands of miles away.
Back then, there were two lines of tears, a warm blood sent vicissitudes, with foam and bitterness, and the end of the world was short and long.
The end of the world is thousands of miles long, where is it, with the joys and sorrows, and the hometown is within easy reach.
Looking at each other without words and tears, the end of the world is close to each other, and the brothers are far away from each other, and the yellow flowers are sent to their hometowns everywhere.
Dreams are hard to find, the two places are acacia brocade books without goose words, and the moon shines in the west building.
Reminiscing about the water side of the year, sending Xiaoxiang, the ends of the world and the corners of the world are heart-to-heart, and the words in front of the screen are short and long.
Meditate on the moonlight, know that the brothers are in the border city, invite each other to drink wine in a cup, and the love between the ends of the world and the two places.
Thinking for thousands of miles, the cape meets in a dream, there is nowhere to reach, and I know where the brothers are.
I recall that I sent wine to my feelings, with joys and sorrows, and I don't know the end of the world.
Send infatuation, reminiscing about the invitation to enjoy the moon together, and the two know each other.
Poetry and wine phase bright moonlit night, the end of the world is close at hand, the distant brother ascends to the heights, and a piece of ice sends a distant sail.
Hatred is hard to eliminate, there is nowhere to complain about the invitation in the dream, and a bright moon is far away.
The cloud road is far away, the fish book wants to send the moonlight cold, the dream of the reunion day, the end of the world is a jade plate.
A piece of Danxin brothers is in another country, and they invite each other to drink together.
The light is good, and the days are close to each other, and they are infatuated.
Close at hand and over the years, looking at each other without words and tears, where to reach the brocade book, and know that you are in the water and clouds.
Haijiao Road is not far away, send the blue sky, thousands of miles invite each other to enjoy the moon, and the Milky Way is close without a bridge.
Sending guest residence, recalling the beginning, it is better to hate each other.
It is difficult to eliminate the dream of five watches, a waning moon is not seen in Yiren's face, and thousands of miles of Chanjuan share this sorrow.
The waning moon hangs in the west building, the five watches are not resting, and thousands of miles of Chanjuan do not see tears.
In the middle of the night, Sijun wandered for thousands of miles, and the lights of the five watches were like hooks hanging on the jade platform.
The hometown is earnest, the three times the guest thinks long, the five chickens sing early, according to the East.
The wind and dew are slightly cool at night, hang a small window, and sit alone in front of the screen for thousands of miles to Xiaoxiang.
The waning moon shines on the broken intestines, the night is not young, it is difficult to gather together, and Sijun does not see tears.
Sijun didn't see tears, thousands of miles apart, and he woke up from a dream and the waning moon shone sleeplessly.
The bones are cold, according to the long, the sky will dawn, such as a hook hanging a small window.
The five watch chickens crow to wake up from dreams, a waning moon hangs on the horizon, Sijun doesn't know where to go, and thousands of miles of Chanjuan are reunited.
The fifth watch of the waning moon in Lugou is still sleepless, and there are no tears on the Great Wall for thousands of miles.
Thinking about the past, a total of Chanjuan, the lights of the fifth watch, the waning moon vaguely shines on the passenger ship.
Thousands of miles apart, Sijun didn't wake up from a dream and heard the chicken singing, and the waning moon hung like a hook for nine days.
People are not sleeping, the waning moon is like a hook hanging in front of the window, Sijun does not know thousands of miles together.
Reflecting the window, where did Chanjuan go when she woke up in her dream, tears stained her clothes.
Full of tears, looking for thousands of miles in a dream, the five more shocked like a hook to my heart.
For a total of one round, Sijun did not see the lights, and the sound shone on the tears.
The lights of the fifth watch are like hooks hanging on the trees, thinking about the past in front of the window, and sending nostalgia.
The waning moon is lonely and the lamp shines sleeplessly, the fifth watch wakes up in tears, thousands of miles apart and difficult to gather, Sijun is not seen for another year.
Knock on the window to think of your hometown, dream back to a thousand miles of tears, after the chicken sings the dawn, the waning moon hangs like a hook on the north wall.
The affection is long, the tears are in the line, the people are sleepless, and the waning moon is like a hook hanging on the west window.
The window to the fifth watch, the moon shines on the lonely city, the way home, and thousands of miles of Chanjuan go together.
A hook of the waning moon hangs in the west, the chicken has not crowed, where is it, Sijun does not see tears stained clothes.
The night is quiet and Sijun is thousands of miles with the same heart, the lights of the five watches are in the mountains, and the waning moon is like a hook hanging in the blue sky.
Thousands of miles together, tonight Sijun is another year, the five chickens are singing, and the waning moon in front of the window is sleepless.
Wind and rain and five more cold dew invasion, light the lonely grave, do not see the shadow of childhood, thousands of miles apart tear wipes.
Sleeping alone before the moon flowers, the breeze dances with me, I don't know that I am outside the red dust, but there is the lotus in the rain.
Regardless of the year, the flowers before the moon hand in hand crossing, the book sleeps together.
The plum blossoms outside the threshold are another spring, green as grass, who is under the moon, leading the breeze into dreams.
The shadow under the moon is hazy, a wisp of breeze sends the evening bell, who blows the jade flute outside the curtain, where to find the trace.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art