Shine on the window lattice, vaguely call the nickname in the dream, people don't sleep, and the lonely shadow of the residual lamp recalls the past.
The remnant candle tears are all miserable, the wind is cold, the body is a guest, and the bright moon shines sleeplessly.
Another year, the lonely shadow of the bright moon in front of the window is lovesick, and the tears have dried.
A bright moon hangs in the sky, vaguely in front of him in his dream, Mo Dao's heart is cold and warm, and the autumn wind is bleak and the flowers are gone.
There are many guests, and the cold dreams are reunited, and the bright moon and breeze are at this time.
The lonely traveler is cold, the night rain knocks on the window and the candle shadow remains, the dream is vaguely motherly tears, and the bright moon shines on the railing.
Last night, the west wind and the bright moon shone on the mountains and forests, and the remnants of the red were all over the ground, and the heart was cold and lonely.
The wind is another year, the lovesick dream is cold and no one asks, and the night is sleepless.
The iron armor of the Great Wall is remnant, the beacon smoke is cold, the enemy is cold, a dream becomes a memory, when will the bright moon shine on me.
In the spring of March of one year, people in the old days wanted to put their hearts into the water, but they sent acacia to the white clouds.
In the dream, the body is new several times, and a piece of infatuation and tears are stained.
Where to go, Acacia is haggard in autumn, and the bright moon and breeze are beautiful.
Acacia moon round, heart Fu Yaoqin, the east wind is puzzled to see the flowers until late at night.
Spring goes to autumn and people live in dreams, and there is a lot of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River after saying goodbye.
Leaning on the building alone, everywhere is romantic, sending lovesickness from afar, and it is a jade hook.
If you want to sing tactfully, the dream is vague, and you will not return to see the flowers in the spring.
A piece of ice heart sends blue waves, dancing and singing, and does not understand the news of spring, and still looks at the flowers to Miluo.
Spring has gone with the flowing water, and the flower people are in the east of the small bridge, and they want to know goodbye to the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Thinking about it, they are busy, there is no place to send, and they stop crying for a thousand lines.
Ambition with the birds, pride is still sent to the river, spring Mo Dao has no color, smile to see the flowers bloom and autumn.
It's better to send it away than to go back, want news, and look at the flowers alone on the column.
It's always like spring, I don't see anyone, I want to ask where Dongjun is going, and send my heart to Hongchen.
Looking at the flowers is not like last year, when spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, the east wind is not melancholy, and the world is about to bloom late.
Three thousand, it is difficult to send an inch of lovesickness, and there is no need to cry when spring goes to autumn.
Send true affection, want to make the lovesick autumn easy to get old, the old heart.
Runxin peach, look at the flowers are extraordinarily delicate, and want to ask Dongjun to send a cloud.
Nearly dusk, it is another year of lovesickness, and the moon is sent back.
If you want to send your heart to the present, there is nowhere to find it in spring, and you will sing in the painting.
The poetry is still lacking in sending the full moon, the world is like a chess game, Mo Daochun has nowhere to go, and the flower people are among the water and clouds.
When it is red again, people who are drunk and look at flowers don't know, where the east wind goes, and a curtain of dreams sends lovesickness.
Last year, in the spring of February, Mo was melancholy, and the red ground was about to turn into dust.
Chi Baihui was remnant, and he was already gone, laughing in the wind, which provoked the poet's thoughts to spring.
Mo Daojia's spring has been remnant, I don't know the cold, the flowers bloom, should be Qiongzhi blooming in the garden.
It's another year of reflection, and the late swallow is early, and it is the best time to fall asleep.
There is affection, the magpie bridge has no intention of crossing the branches, the moonlight comes late and early, don't miss the good time to meet again.
Late days are speechless and mourn alone, tears come first, ruined leaves go with the wind, and a wisp of love falls into a dream.
It is a good period of several autumns, the west wind is speechless and hates to stay late, thinking about the shadow of the flowers under the moon, and does not see the swallow building between the branches.
Apricot blossom branches, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are late to return, and things are wrong.
Sijun doesn't see what he wants, willow branches, don't complain about late spring and early flowers, and there is a good time for the right path in the world.
When the snow falls late, and it is the best time of the year, the jackdaws on the branches can't stop crying, and the bright moon makes people think.
Mistaken good period, it is too late to meet and hate in the dream, it is difficult to sleep, and the bright moon in front of the window shines on the empty branches.
The autumn leaves in the south of the Yangtze River are thought-provoking, and the letters are passed on, and there is a good time to fall asleep.
Moving guest thoughts, yellow flowers and red leaves dare not speak loudly, not sometimes.
The spring breeze sends the warm swallow back late, and it is the best time of the year, the flowers on the willow branches bloom early, and the acacia and the king are sent from afar.
The hatred is hard to get rid of, and I don't know the bitterness of missing in the middle of the night, and the window still shines on the branches.
Jiangnan flowers are full of branches, Sijun does not see hatred coming, the east wind is thousands of miles late overnight, and the best time is unknown.
A wisp of fragrant soul and green peach branches, the best time to flower before the moon.
The wind fell into a dream late, and the peach blossom trees were shy and shy, and they thought hard.
The best period of the year is coming, the full moon is not too late, and there are no tears like rain, only the cuckoo cries empty branches.
The spring breeze is full of green branches, which makes people think, and the late swallow is early in the mud, which is the best time to fall asleep.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art