Refusing to rest, Fu Dongliu, where are the people, the bright moon is still shining in Kyushu.
The horn is looking for a bosom friend, the wind caresses the piano, and the sound of the waves is intoxicating to the poetic heart.
The bright moon and the breeze are not in the middle of the night, the days are long, the heart is still intoxicated, and the hometown of the golden bottle is frequently raised.
The east wind enters the ears of the tourists overnight, where to find the fragrant grass, and the bright moon shines on the jade gate in the sky.
There are few beauties by the lake, the heroes of the world have several springs, the bright moonlit night is ecstatic, and the laughter is full of laughter.
Thousands of charming people are heard in the world, ignorant of sounds, and they must be happy, and the most ecstatic is in the red dust.
The ecstasy is the most nightshade, laughter and joy surround the painting hall, Mo Chou Mingyue does not know where, who in the world is mader than me.
The intention is not to end, and the ecstasy is the most confidant in the future, and people do not know the autumn.
Don't worry about the cold moonlight tonight, no reunion, the most ecstasy is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lights of thousands of homes are happy.
Who doesn't love money, don't worry about the wolf smoke ahead, laughter and laughter spread thousands of miles, and the soul is drunk for thousands of years.
Flying egrets, the waves rise from the yellow sand, go with the clouds, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are my home.
The blue waves are surging and the shadows of the water are in pairs, there is no way out, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are at my disposal.
In the dark of night, a bright moon ripples and waves, and the ship is thousands of miles.
The mountains are still gone with the dream, the cloud heart has come from the wind, the monstrous turbidity waves are emptied, and the rivers and rivers are poured back.
The water is open, the monstrous turbidity waves and fog cover the doubtful road, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains come into view.
The huge waves are raging, the water is full of golden sand, the fog locks the clouds and covers the darkness, and the ground moves Kyushu.
When a round of Mingyuejiashan woke up from a dream, the river water was leisurely turbid, and who knows.
The rain is cold, the clouds are deep and the waves are endless, and they go back.
The monstrous sky is not stained with dust, the breeze blows on the face and the water is traceless, the fog is dispersed and the sky is clear, and the rivers and mountains are new.
Last night was melancholy, desolate, red and unswept, only the flowers were fragrant alone.
is not desolate, looking at the broken intestines, the flowers and branches are blowing down and the courtyard is full of fragrance.
The flowers of the country are gone, why be so melancholy in the autumn years, a desolation in the world.
A prosperous dream, the end is full of vicissitudes, why do you need to be melancholy and desolate tears.
The wind is melancholy and desolate, the white hair is new, and the fallen wood is depressed and swaying, which is even more sad.
Who is with me, how sad I am, it becomes a dream in the eyes, and a few times.
The yellow flowers are falling, the white hair is flourishing, and the melancholy life is a dream of going to the south of the Yangtze River.
The autumn wind is bleak and frosty, the ground is full of wounds, I don't know where to go, and the bright moon is desolate.
The melancholy west wind blows alone, the desolate and cold moon shines on the empty curtains, and the red branches are all sad.
It's unspeakable, another year, it's an illusion, and there is no one to pity.
Lonely feelings are empty and hateful, prosperous careers are ashes, no one asks about this life, and the eyes are full of desolation and sadness.
The old pavilions are blown down in the chrysanthemums, and the unprovoked melancholy and desolation come into the eyes.
Thousands of miles away, recalling the previous dynasty, falling red and sad all over the ground, the leaves cross the Xie Bridge with the wind.
The night rain is desolate and late in sleep, and the heart is melancholy Ye Mao, spring comes early, and the poems are all over the ground.
The night is not young, the flowers and leaves are full of flowers, why should life be bleak is the hometown.
Regardless of the year, the red dust falls melancholy and goes with the wind, accompanied by the moon.
Thinking about the past, helplessly remembering the past, the autumn wind blows off the flowers and blooms again.
With the flowing water, the melancholy and prosperous life will eventually pass away, and there will be a spring breeze.
The peach blossoms fall to the end of the branches, the spring is bright, the east wind is incomprehensible, Luoyang City.
The stars dot the night, the moon falls and the dreams are not in the clouds, and I am sad about how many things in my life, and I can't look back on the desolation.
When will I return, the world is bleak and a dream returns, the black frost is all over the ground, and the flowers and leaves are lush and the snow is flying.
It is desolate, provoking the intestines, and after the person goes, the residual leaves are left and the sun falls.
An ancient road, fragrant, melancholy, a desolation is the hometown.
Life is like a hundred years of prosperity, the water flows east, the sad white hair, and there is desolation in the heart.
After a few melancholy and desolate dreams, the moon fell and the frost was all over the ground, and the flowers and leaves were lush and rainy.
Silently moisten chrysanthemum tea, a wisp of fragrance to the end of the world, like water flowing eastward, the bright moon window screen shines on my home.
A wisp of fragrance enters thousands of homes, the words are mulberry hemp, the window does not hide the spring breeze, and the drizzle moistens things silently.
The small characters on the Chinese note are heavy, the moon shadow window screen is deep at night, a coarse tea disappears the eternal day, and the fragrance is light and elegant.
The moon shadow is slanted, a curtain of dreams is idle after dinner, and the fragrance is fragrant.
After tea and dinner, there is endless joy, in a dream, Mo Daohua's year is easy to pass away, and the window screen is red through the sunset.
The room is full of people, a cup of tea is elegant, the moonlight window screen is moving, and the small characters are heartfelt.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art