Homesick dreams, drunk willow smoke, don't forget, meet speechless tears.
Stop the soul of the hero, the love years are deep, ** guest, who is the first person to be a bosom friend.
Flowing water and clouds spread elegant rhyme, see the truth, ode to a thousand autumns, who fights with the ancient and modern world.
A song of Qing Song Haijiao looking for bosom friends, the mountains are infinite, and the flowing water and clouds are deeper.
The bosom friend is in the heart, the ancient and modern saucers chant a few times, the admiration is inexhaustible, and the flowing water and clouds are deeper.
The mountains are not stained with dust, the two are blind dates, how many ** guests, they are all bosom friends in their dreams.
The small bridge and flowing water are deep and the waves are deep, the winding path is high in the mountains and the green trees are shady, the Mo Dao bosom friend has no place to find, and the breeze and bright moon shine on the ancient and modern.
Rise and fall, who is a bosom friend has a clear heart, and the cloud meaning is more true.
Do not envy the gods and goddesses, only admire the sky, form a poetic relationship, the world has its own true feelings, and a piece of infatuation to eternal years.
There is a road leading to the sky, and the gods in the world cannot be sought, but I hope that they will stay together forever, where to find the marquis.
Juan posture, the moon poetry is long, where to find, the world and the sky are hot and cold.
Born beautiful and exquisite, a flower, delicate, the fairyland on earth is my home.
Blowing the bright moon, I don't believe in self-pity in the world, and the night is eternal, and the youth is crazy.
The scenery in the sky and the world is different, the jade of Qionglou reflects the sky, the scenery of the rivers and mountains is beautiful, and the Juanxiu Zhong Ling creates the work.
Guanghan returns, thousands of miles of Chanjuan have many beautiful scenery in the world, and drunk alone a thousand times at night.
The Weaver Girl will be a cowherd, not envious of the mandarin ducks than wings, tonight Chanjuan thousands of miles together, dance with me.
Xianjun had a glass of wine today, and wanted to ask Chanjuan if she should come down to earth.
Juan has a full moon, and Chang'e jade is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is also a day of admiration.
Lonely dancing clothes, Jade Rabbit Chanjuan night Weiyang, the world is rich and rich, and I dream of my hometown at night.
The moonlight is raining today, the rich flowers, thousands of miles of Chanjuan have the same dream, Chang'e accompanies me to the end of the world.
The wine is not empty, Chanjuan is thousands of miles away with you, the road in the world, when will the bright moon follow me.
When the bright moon sprinkled the world, lovesickness and bitterness, only joked about tonight.
shines sleeplessly, the bright moon is thousands of miles away in the sky, and a total of Luan.
Where to find Chanjuan at the end of the world, just for tonight and another year, the bright moon does not know that people are lonely, and Qinghui still shines sleeplessly.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qianli Chanjuan Qinghui is the same night, I don't know who the bright moon is for.
When the sky shines on the hometown, the clear light is sprinkled all over the court, Chanjuan is thousands of miles of lovesickness, and the dream is long tonight.
Drinking Qinghui alone and hating the sky, Chanjuan is puzzled and falls asleep tonight.
Juan shines on Kyushu, tonight and the moon is gone, and the cape flows.
Tonight is another year, thousands of households are all over the world, and when will the bright moon shine on me.
The bright moon shines on people, reflecting Cuiwei, Chanjuan through the ages is the same night, who is with Fangfei tonight.
looked at each other, didn't come back, and wanted to ask Chanjuan if she could wander together.
Chanjuan has a total of one day, when will there be a bright moon tonight, and thousands of wisps of clear light will be sprinkled on the world.
Tonight's autumn rain is cool, thousands of miles are sad, and Qinghui is still in his hometown.
A bright moon shines brightly, looking at Chanjuan from afar, she wakes up in tears.
Shine for nine days, in front of the bright moon hanging in the window, thousands of miles of each other look at each other, sleep together.
Chanjuan raised a glass together, no need to urge, a round of bright moon and clear light fell into a dream.
Tonight is a sunny day again, a total of a round, clear and bright with this night, half a round of bright moon shines sleeplessly.
Drinking alone Qinghui is cold at night, a round of bright moon shines sleeplessly, Chanjuan thousands of miles to the pillow tonight.
A year ago, I should have known that the light was nine days.
It's tonight again, leaning on the column alone, Chanjuan thousands of miles together, who looks, Qinghui is not dissociated, when will the bright moon shine on me.
The eventful years go and there is no return, and the white-haired poetry in the mirror accompanies the dream.
Let it be left unchecked, it has become a silk, Shaohua is easy to pass away, and the heart is difficult to grow old, and the years are ruthless and people are stupid.
The color of the Mo Dao mirror is yellow, and it is necessary to know that the bottom of the pen is easy to pass away, and the heart is difficult to age, and the years are ruthless sideburns and frost.
Today's dream, the years are difficult to leave traces of the past, and the wind and clouds at the bottom of the pen are less spiritual.
Urging the sideburns to grow old, Shaohua deliberately changed his face with a sigh, and he dreamed of spring.
provokes the broken intestines, the gray hair adds frost, and the Shaohua is as fleeting as the sideburns.
It's not true, the bottom of the pen is easy to get old, and the month is the most ecstatic.
Shaohua is fleeting, a dream is empty, how many things are in the Spring and Autumn Period, and several people are the same.
The eventful years are calm, Mo sighs that Shaohua is in a hurry, the white hair in the mirror urges people to get old, and the heart of the pen is red.
The wind and clouds are vertical and horizontal, the white hair in the mirror is distinct, the heart is easy to die, and the years are ruthless and dreamy.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art