The township is not separated by lovesickness, and the willow color is vaguely bright and the moon shines on the sky.
Broken soul in vain, not by people, the night is as cool as the water window, a piece of acacia willow color new.
The mountains and lakes are closed, the weather is cool and there is no return, and there are empty people leaning on the building.
The night is getting cooler, the wind blows the grass and the garden is full of fragrance, and the Guanhe is thousands of miles of lovesickness in vain.
Facing the sky, after a pipa song is gone, it is close to the cold.
Sorrowful, thousands of miles of tears, the moon is as cold as water, and even the sky is not raised.
The hall is full, a clear tea township is a bright moonlit night, in the water**.
The cool night is not tolerant of the cold of Yulu at the beginning of the year, where is the township, and the white clouds.
Guanhe is full of clear light, a song of pipa wants to break the intestines, the frost is dyed into a maple leaf drunk, and the moonlight is condensed as an osmanthus flower.
It is the most westerly night, the down-and-out is not Guan Mingyue Tower, the weather is cool and autumn, and the frost color of the river is left for whom.
Rouge, jade cool, wind and moon, broken intestines in the water**.
The sky is getting colder, the water is vast, where is it, the broken intestines are two lines of tears.
The Guanhe River is difficult to walk, who listens, in the smoke and rain, the night is as cool as flooding the lonely city.
Life is short, the countryside is vast, the autumn wind is bleak, the sky is getting cooler, and the mountains are empty and the moon is like frost.
The intermittent night is vast, the sky is full of light, the scenery is good in autumn, and the moon in the west building is full of osmanthus fragrance.
The moon moves the shadow of the flower on the window lattice, listens to the ear, the clear light is infinitely good, and the cold can't stop the grass singing.
A curtain of dreams is like water, a few stings are like frost at night, the most amorous sky is the moon, and the clear light shines on the autumn window.
The night is deep, a clear light and autumn is lonely, and the moon shines on the clothes.
The wind shakes the moon and the shadow dances, there are many dreams, Mo Dao Qingguang is infinitely good, and the cold scorpion still sings the old songs.
The sound of autumn comes into a dream, the west wind blows the moon on the platform, the clear light is full of no one to sweep, and the cold is crying and mourning.
Wandering together, singing endlessly in the middle of the night, people want to be drunk, and the breeze sends a refreshing autumn.
The cold worm is poignant and clear, the light is Xiaoxuan, there are no good dreams, and the chrysanthemums are fragrant in the dusk of the moon.
According to Kyushu, the wind blows the fallen leaves like arrows to urge people to grow old and cry endlessly.
Autumn goes to winter and spring comes again, the stars move and the moon turn a few times, time is like an arrow urging people to grow old, and the cold stingers cry in the middle of the night.
Reflecting the clear lotus, the frog drum and the cicada are singing, the willow people are drunk, and the beautiful scenery in autumn is better than Nanke.
The poignant three are colder, a clear light and frost, Mo Dao has no good scenery in autumn, and the moon is as usual after opening.
The moon is in the west building, and the clear light is like water and cold with me.
The wind is full of autumn, the moon moves and the flowers do not dissociate, and the singing is endless.
Qingguang fell into a dream, wandering alone in the sound of the cold moth, it was the moon in the middle of the sky, and the autumn flowers of thousands of households were lonely and blooming.
The sound of the cold is lonely, a total of depression, where is the sound of autumn, the moon is in the west building of the first bridge.
The spring is born in the moon, the geese bring frost, and the words in Mo Daonian's voice are desolate.
I don't feel that my sideburns are white, and I know that the year is like passing water to the moon, and the cold scorpion still sings the joy of the old days.
The mountain light is closed, the poignant singing is quiet, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the flowers are remnant of spring and autumn.
The fallen leaves are cold and bright, and the sycamore shines brightly, and the autumn is high and cool, the stars are sparse, and the night is thick.
The stars and the moon, the spring, summer and autumn, the years are like water, and the singing is quiet.
The sound of autumn is far away, on the top of the forest, the mountains and waters are cold and singing lonely.
The water-colored mountain light is new to the eyes, pleasant to the spirit, and the flower shadow window has passed in front of it, and it is suspected that it is a person in a dream in autumn.
The night is cold and singing the evening breeze, the sky is hazy, the clouds and shadows are hazy, and the autumn sound is incomprehensible Acacia is accompanied by the moon.
Come and stay together, go and don't return, the flowers are gone, what year is today.
Today, when the Ming Dynasty is falling, it is not too late to persuade the monarch to have a glass of wine, and it should not be too late to go out of the west.
The wind and rain of the Ming Dynasty climbed high and looked into the distance, and a glass of turbid wine was desolate.
Words Sangzi, reminiscing about the old people, today's reunion must be enjoyable, where is the Ming Dynasty not ecstasy.
The old people met and talked desolately, and a glass of turbid wine fell to the Ming Dynasty, and I don't know where it is today.
Chongyang again, where is the Ming Dynasty chrysanthemum is yellow, and a glass of turbid wine is desolate for thousands of miles.
Chrysanthemum yellow, today ascending a cup thousands of miles away, the words are desolate.
Don't get tired of frequent, thousands of miles together with a towel, I don't know if the Ming Dynasty meets spring today.
Where to go, a glass of turbid wine is the autumn wind again, and the flowers are full of fragrance.
Today's reunion will leave the wine and talk from sorrow, and I will not understand the bitterness of lovesickness, and I will stay in my heart.
The Ming Dynasty is about to run out, today's building is fascinated, the cup of wine meets without getting drunk, so there are many people in Baiyunxi.
Turbid wine sends the remnants of spring, remembers the old people at the end of the world, where to send the lovesickness, and wakes up in the Ming Dynasty with tears.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art