The flowers bloom on the other side, and the end of the world is endless, but I hope that the next life will be a thousand miles away.
Suffering, tears are not dry, wait for the reunion day in the next life, and renew the relationship with Qing in the previous life.
In the next life, I will continue my wish in this life, and I don't know where to go, and I can't sleep at night in an empty room.
One day is fine, and the old alliance will be renewed in the next life, and the world will be short and think about the king to the fifth watch.
The person in the dream, sleepless in the middle of the night, reunites in the next life, and shares a total of gold bottles.
For decades, I often think about the immortals under the moon, and if I ask about the next life, I am fortunate to continue the frontier.
Mandarin duck dream, where to send the love of rebuilding in this life, it is not lingering.
When we meet, we smile and continue in the next life, and the parting in the world is bitter, and tears are in tears.
In the thousands of years of thinking about the hometown, the red dust is running hard, and if you have to reunite in the next life, there are not many new frontiers.
When the suffering is short, I have no sleep in the middle of the night and complain, where to go in the next life, and there will be a good time for thousands of miles.
Why, the old days are happy, the parting is bitter, and the tears of Sijun are not dry in the dream.
Returning to the end, staying in the bitter place, reuniting on the day, and continuing tonight's relationship.
Ten years of cold windows to taste bitter gall, show heroic thoughts, Lingyunzhi, live up to the end of tonight.
In the next life, I want to do it in vain, I often think about red beans in my dreams, and I am obsessed with hard pursuit.
Looking for it in a deep dream, continuing the old bosom friend in the next life, don't say goodbye to the bitterness, and be obsessed with it until now.
Thinking about thousands of miles to know the dream, unresolved sorrows, waiting for the reunion day, there is a fate to go up to the river tower again.
Love to the depths of the bitter farewell, when the thought is thick, tears into a river, to meet again in the next life, fate to continue the previous covenant in the third life.
When is the day also, there is a fate to see the matter in my heart for thousands of miles, and it is April day.
Fate met in the rivers and lakes, the book of the previous life, the bitter, spicy and sweet were all tasted, and Sijun did not see tears like beads.
I don't see tears, don't hate the long world, I hope that the next life will be reunited, and the words will be desolate.
Several springs, Sijun did not see tears stained with towels, reunited on the day, and continued the front edge of a truth.
In the next life, I wish to be a vain soul, spend my words, and remember the moon when I wake up.
It will be a good time, but I hope that the next life will be bitter and not lovesick.
At that time, today's battle flag was red, laughter and joy swept in the blue sky, and the poems were written to express ambitions, and the moon was proud of the sky at night.
People become ghosts, how many things do the blue sea tide give birth to red dust, I don't know what autumn it is today.
After 30 years of chanting poetry, I continued the frontier in my dream last night, laughing at the wind and rain of life, and knowing that the world is difficult.
The peach blossoms laughed at me, the spring breeze blew and gave birth, and the meteors in my dream last night were bright.
Who's house at sunset, laughter and joy in the spring breeze blowing snow, full of flowers.
In the cold night dream, I made a heartbreaking sound for you, how many things happened to Hongchen, I don't know what the situation is today.
If the poetry is like this, and Nanke, the breeze laughs at my infatuation and is less, and today the flowers are singing before the moon.
Too obsessed, when I went to Shuixi, I turned into a cuckoo cry overnight.
Today's rain is clear, laughter and poetry are not over, and we met again in our dreams last night.
In the dream, there will be poetry friends, the lyrics are strong, and the laughter and joy are today.
The spring breeze turned into a night to wash the old dust, and smiled to see who the peach blossom is today.
Crazy, what year is today, looking for good sentences in my dreams, and falling on the pillow.
After today's success, before the old year, how should it be turned into a cloudy night.
I came from the early night dream, the poetry turned into snow, the red plum smiled proudly in the wind, and today's spring is tailored.
The wind is pine and the jade pendant, the clouds are dancing for the clothes and the night is clear, looking back and smiling to see who is comforting the lonely.
Fa Hao Song, how to meet, autumn mountains and red leaves.
What does it mean to meet today, laugh at the world, have no regrets about youth, and have more love over the years.
Another night turned into thousands of silks, and the peach, willow and green spring light are always unknown.
The moon is neighbors, dreams are true, laughing at how many things are in Hongchen, I don't know who it is today.
The laughter and noise in the sound of firecrackers are noisy, and today is the night of supper for thousands of households, turning into a spring breeze to warm the world.
Before the period, laughter has become an idiot, and the spring breeze does not fall overnight.
Moisten the grass and mud, and the spring breeze is accompanied by laughter, and I am very affectionate, and there is no place to ask.
Water is a friend, the dream of the night cannot be realized, and the red dust is changed today.
The old man is even more stupid, only because he is looking for a good sentence in his dream today, and the silkworm spits out all the silk.
Today, I am happy to laugh and meet with the old people, and I am willing to be a guest of heaven and an alliance under the moon.
Birds fly obliquely in the sky, the reflection of the clear waves reflects the sunset, the green willows and red fish play with each other, and the light boat ripples the flowers in the water.
The color is blue and traceless, a few red fish play shallow and deep, the people in the lake are missing, and the sound of birds in the trees is suddenly heard.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art