I don t know how many there are in the sky, and the man dance is drunk with dreams

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-03-04

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Loving mother's arms, waking up tears wet pillow cheeks, three thousand zhang, still reminiscing about the old child when she was a child.

Reminiscing about the past and forgetting the appearance of the moon, the green shirt sleeves, and the dream is vaguely the hometown.

For whom, leaning on the railing alone on the red note is not over, sending lovesickness.

Acacia tears are like silk, dreams are always infatuated, the most reminiscent of the bright moon night in the old days, who knows who knows the haggard jade face.

After crossing the small bridge, I woke up and my tears had been blown away by the wind, leaving only lovesickness and reminiscences of the old dynasty.

Xiaoxiang reminisces about the old tour, when will the jade face be haggard, the red candles and tears are sleepless, and the lovesickness is in the dream.

The jade-faced delicate face still remembers the old times, and the lovesickness turns into a common laughter.

Thinking of tears, a few dreams of remembering where the old people are, accompany me.

The moon is vaguely bright, waking up speechless and tearful, smiling still today, not remembering the old man.

Reminiscing about the old people are haggard, sideburns are stained with frost, a song of lovesickness and tears, and several times of injury in Hongchen's dreams.

The two are vague, returning alone, and seeing Fangfei in a song Yangguan dream.

Sleepless tears, lovesick dreams reminiscing about old sad things, not seeing Jun Yan has a white head.

Blowing dreams into Luo Wei, knocking on the window and tearing wet clothes, when will the delicate face in the mirror return.

Reminiscing about the past and thinking about the present, the white hair sighs, and the dream of the world cannot be realized.

Two depressions, the old wandering heart is lonely, reunion tears like rain, to the Blue Bridge.

Xiaoxiang is full of tears, and by the dawn of the day, it has been done to remember the old days.

In my dream, I vaguely went to my hometown, tears flowed, and my smile was still there, and I didn't see the old man.

Qingming reminisces about the old days, the past is like smoke, and the tears wet the clothes and look forward to reunion in a dream.

Now and old, thinking of relatives, two lines of tears, vaguely an old man.

Acacia endless tears are hard to eliminate, vaguely to Xie Qiao in the dream, reminiscing about the old He Kanhua falling, and the face is haggard for whom.

In the dream, there are vague infinite tears, and the spring breeze is incomprehensible and blows incense to recall the old years.

It was sad, it was no longer true, the tears were wet and the green shirt was unconscious, and I vaguely dreamed of young people.

At first sight, the face of the heart has not changed, and the reunion turns into a thousand lines of tears, sprinkled to the people in the dream of the end of the world.

Tears are crisscrossed, lovesickness is always about love in dreams, and now reminiscing about the old face with the moonlight.

Hanging willow branches, chickens and dogs barking thousands of miles away from home, when people are quiet.

The night is dark, the silent photo is single, and it is difficult to wake up from a dream for five thousand miles.

Across the clouds and mud, the dream is broken and the five watches are hung in the sky, singing the sun.

Last night, five thousand miles of acacia was sent, and the waning moon shone on the west window, and the dawn was late.

A hook of the waning moon hangs in the west of the city, sleepless in the middle of the night to listen to the chicken, where is the Qianli Township, and the five more dreams are broken.

The rooster is frightened by the dream, the waning moon shines on the west building, and the snow in front of the window is looked at, and thousands of miles of ice are frozen for eternity.

Thousands of miles away, five cold, the west window hangs, and several chirping chickens report the dawn.

The rain outside is miserable, the grass in the south is green, the people are independent, and the city is full of dawn chickens.

A round of waning moon hangs in the west of the sky, listening to the chicken, where is it, and the five watches dream of breaking the rules.

Where is life like a hook hanging on the willow embankment, waking up from a dream and hearing the dog barking, and there is a warbler crying for thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles across the Yangtze River, the night rain is more frightening than dreams, silently illuminating the lonely shadow, and the rooster cries to break the frost of the day.

The fifth watch is sad and miserable, looking low, I don't know where to go, and I still vaguely still follow the old garden chicken.

A waning moon reflects the window, the chicken sings three times and people do not return, where to send a thousand miles of lovesickness, and wakes up in tears from the fifth watch.

The dawn is low, the waning moon is like a hook, and the five watches have not risen, and the road is still lost.

Jun traveled thousands of miles to look forward to the return, people did not return, the waning moon hung like a hook in the sky, and the rooster woke up in tears.

Wake up from the dream and sink to the west, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are lost, and the waning moon hangs like a hook in the sky, like singing the treetops.

Hanging in the west of the sky, several chickens reported their cries, people did not sleep, and the five watches woke up in tears.

The sound of the rooster is like a hook hanging on the sky, urging people to get up, and thousands of miles to run for the children.

The dream can't come true, and under the west window of the wind and rain and the waning moon in the fifth watch, the dawn is clear.

Wake up from the dream of the five watchmen who have not sleeped, homesick for thousands of miles with tears, a waning moon hangs on the horizon, and the rooster crows three times to the passenger ship.

According to the lonely city, where is the chicken singing three times, and the five more dreams wake up in tears.

The long howl breaks the morning chicken, the waning moon is like a hook hanging on the willow embankment, waking up from the dream of the five watchmen are sleepless, and the thousands of miles are still lost.

One smells the cuckoo from thousands of miles to five, and the waning moon is like a hook crying through the smoke in the fog.

The glow is sprinkled all over the river, and the morning is bright and the autumn light is good, and it is sent to the distant mountains.

Pounded into a white snow ball, the depths of the water clouds are dry, incomprehensible lovesickness, and the moon is still in the world.

Like water and clouds, there is no sleep, where is the beautiful woman, and who is the beautiful day.

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