Sideburns flowers, dream home, easy to pass away, and send the years to the end of the world.
Hua can't be chased, the months are reincarnated, it's difficult to get what you want, and the gray hair in the mirror is urging.
After years of hard pursuit, cherish the yin, people are old, and the dream of the red dust pen is unbearable.
The new word at the bottom of the pen is white-haired and sideburns, Shaohua is like water flowing eastward, and the years are like singing in the evening.
The frost sideburns have withered, the article at the bottom of the pen is still considerable, Shaohua has passed with the water, and it should be known that the years are like clouds.
Shaohua is easy to pass away and sigh for years, the temples have been spotted, the pen is changeable, and the white hair in the mirror is less happy.
The eventful years are full of people, and the splendid chapter of Shaohua is beautiful, and the frost stains the temples in the mirror, and you should know that the bottom of the pen is sweeping the sky.
is pitiful, and it is easy to pass away in the mirror, and the moon is cloudy.
In the mirror, the white hair reflects the morning glow, the flowers fall, and the flowers are like passing water, and the prosperous years are endless.
Shaohua is like a water year, the years are like smoke, there are many hardships in life, and the gray hair is stained.
The sideburns are sparse, the Shaohua is fleeting and sighing, the face is old, and the bottom of the pen is soothing.
The bottom story is that the east wind has white hair and years, the spring is difficult to stay, and the years are like songs and dreams.
It has become a silk, and it is easy to get old for many years, and it is the most suitable.
Mo Daoshaohua is like cold water, his temples are like frost over the years, there are many hardships in life, and the gray hair in the mirror has grown again.
Ren Zongheng, live up to the color of the Shaohua mirror, you need to know the bottom of the pen wave peanuts.
Chang'e dances, tonight is more moonlight, Chanjuan looks at each other thousands of miles away, and the clear light is sprinkled all over the slope.
The bright moon and clear light are thousands of miles away, and tonight is Chang'e's tears.
The moon shines on Chanjuan, there is no good dream tonight, and the dance is dancing.
The bright moon shines on the south of the Yangtze River, and it is suspected that Chang'e has been under the nine heavens, and the clear light is thousands of miles away, where is not Chanjuan in the world.
Chang'e is under Cuiwei, looking for Fangfei, Chanjuan is incomprehensible and bitter, and always sprinkles the clear light.
Sprinkled all over the sky, a total of Chanjuan, tonight is Chang'e tears.
Chanjuan has a full moon, clear as water and the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and the lonely Chang'e dances with her sleeves.
The bright moon shines sleeplessly, Chang'e goes down for nine days, and a clear light is where to find Chanjuan.
Lonely Chang'e is cold in the moonlight, and Chanjuan shines on me for thousands of miles.
The night is clear, thousands of miles together, and it is a reunion day, accompany me.
The festival is full of Chanjuan, sprinkled all over the sky, and Mo Dao dances with me tonight.
Tonight, the bright moon shines on Shenzhou, leaning on the building alone, Qinghui is thousands of miles together, Chanjuan does not know sorrow for eternity.
Lonely Chang'e sleepless at night, tonight is the full moon again, Chanjuan thousands of miles of clear light sprinkled all over the sky.
Sleepless, on this day, on a bright moonlit night, the jade rabbit danced.
It is the full moon tonight, Chang'e Jade Rabbit is dancing, the clear light is sprinkled all over the world, and Chanjuan has a total of one day.
In the month, Chang'e is another full year, and thousands of households are clear and the night is cold.
A curtain of autumn, shining on Kyushu, is the most moonlit night tonight, Chang'e goes up to the west building alone.
Chanjuan is a thousand miles away from the bright moon, drinking Qinghui alone is a reunion day, but Chang'e can sleep with me.
According to my line, Chang'e Jade Rabbit dances gracefully, and Qinghui is sprinkled with Chanjuan's feelings.
The night is deep, and the Jade Rabbit is thousands of miles away tonight, according to my heart.
Sprinkle the Milky Way, Chanjuan sings this song, Mo Dao has Chang'e in the sky tonight.
For a day, it was a reunion night with clear light and thousands of wisps, and E danced.
When the jade rabbit Chang'e is full again, thousands of miles look at each other and think far away.
The west wind falls leaves and autumn, leaning on the window to look at the distant building, the north Zhu reed flowers fly white snow, and the chrysanthemum in the south garden blooms gold.
The wild goose is written to clear the sorrow, the Beizhu reed flowers flow by water, knock on the window to surprise the dream, and the west wind blows the leaves all over the mountain and autumn.
Coming in the breeze, competing to open, spring news, and a night of autumn sound into a dream.
The rain enters the window, the night is not young, the hometown is missing, and the canoe Beizhu misses the hometown.
Autumn goes to winter, the years are long, the words are desolate, the reeds are snowy, and the chrysanthemum is yellow in the South Garden.
The wild goose word reed flowers in the south are thousands of miles of spring, the night rain knocks on the window to frighten the dream, and the morning breeze moves the autumn soul.
The door is open to Beizhu, the pond is full of water around the south, no one arrives when you sleep, and you can watch the autumn clouds fly freely.
The night rain knocks on the window and falls into a late dream, causing lovesickness, the South Hong Goose passes the letter, and the North Zhu fisherman fishes willow branches.
Autumn comes to the sick bones and cowardly wind and dew, listening to the sound of rain in the west window in the middle of the night, where is the north Zhu Guihong, and the new chrysanthemum in the south park is glorious.
Send acacia, the breeze in Beizhu knocks on the window to frighten the dream, and the pillow provokes the homesickness.
The west wind and the north Zhu geese are in a row, the chrysanthemum is yellow, sitting alone in the small window to listen to the night rain, and a curtain of autumn colors enters the poetry bag.
The red sunrise between the windows, everything is sparse in autumn, the geese flying south are in the clouds, and the fishing boats are floating in the waves.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art