**It is difficult to count the years of buying and studying, and the world is like chess.
I don't know the year, I am happy and natural, the vicissitudes of the world are difficult to fulfill, and I spend a lot of money to buy green mountains.
The night is quiet until dawn, and the ears still hear that the mountain is not over, and the blood surrounds the Great Wall.
The four seas are raised, falling asleep in the middle of the night, and the children and grandchildren around their knees are heartfelt.
It's always about the situation, around the trees and through the forest, after the people are quiet, the sound of reading.
Around the lonely city, lovesickness, the sound of falling flowers outside the window tonight.
At dawn, I suddenly heard the lovesickness outside the window, and walked around my hometown.
The warbler cries through the sky and tomorrow and the east, the yellow oriole sings the green willows, and it is always about love.
The clear stream water surrounds the east of the small bridge, the catkins are flying and the affection is strong, the most is the quiet place of the Tianming people, and the laughter is full of red mountains.
The rain blows until dawn, the fallen leaves are silent and the ground is light, the love flow is endless, and the white clouds still go around the mountain.
Falling silently, the moonlight is clear, thousands of miles away, homesick wanderers' hometown.
The bridge meets, the three watches are sympathetic, the figure of Yi, and the laughter is still heard in the ears.
Lin Shen didn't hear the sound of birds, until dawn, the fragrance was around, and he complained about his feelings before the flowers under the moon.
The autumn breeze is bleak and soulful, and people don't sleep in the middle of the night, and they still hear the sound of pounding clothes through the window.
It is still around the Sansheng Stone, the love goes to the empty and leaves a period of idiocy, the bright flowers are gone, and the cuckoo is like tears in the voice.
In the middle of the night, the dream is not true, the birds are crying, the most is the branch moon, and the people walk around the trees.
The sound seems to be about with three lives, but I don't feel that the moon has been slanted, and the fingers are turned around the soft intestines thousands of times, and the love thread is sent to whom.
In the spring and autumn seasons, the past reunited like smoke and dawn, and the words were full of China.
A curtain of dreams surrounds the three watches, always love, and when the day is bright, I still hear the sound of waves in my ears.
People are quiet until dawn, and the sound of slapping is still heard in the ears, and the love of the mountains is not over, and the blood surrounds the Great Wall.
The dog barked, sat alone in clothes until dawn, surrounded by clouds, and thousands of wisps of love lingered in a dream.
The spring breeze is incomprehensible, where to go, and the sound of children is vaguely in my ears.
In the hometown, the country voice has not changed to climb the wine to the heights, accompanied by the song of geese.
The situation is that the autumn wind blows the guest, and it is unbearable to look at the hometown, life has been difficult since ancient times, and the world has never been easy to change.
The leaves are left, and the old love is still in the festive season, and the world is difficult to get out of the way.
Three cups are difficult to dream, an old poem is easy to hurt the mind, how much do you know about the taste of life, and the autumn wind sends spring.
The night rain knocks on the window and the shadow is difficult to settle, and the human situation is lovesick to the fifth watch.
Homesickness, melancholy Tianchanjuan is difficult to appreciate, and it is easy to forget.
The sound of the autumn wind and rain at night, the situation is sad during the festival, Yi Lao's heart is still strong, and the world is difficult to dream.
It's hard to sleep, I can read the year, and I think about the festive season kindly, and I am melancholy and speechless to the full moon.
Easy to get old, it is always difficult to peace, and the moon is bright at the end of the festival.
The taste has faded, the melancholy autumn wind is difficult to go with the flowing water, and Shaohua is easy to fall into the flowers.
Everything in the world is light, the festival is hurtful, and the end of the world is easy to return to the hometown.
It's always easy to waste a lot of dreams, and tonight is the world's worst.
Pay the flowing water, send Feihong lonely, know how much the situation tastes, in a dream.
It's another year, and it's hard to fall asleep together.
It is difficult to dream of poetry under the moon, it is easy to hurt the spirit, how much do you know about the taste, and the melancholy autumn wind is another spring.
Life is easy to get old and have gray sideburns, and it is difficult to keep old dreams for a long time, and the autumn wind is melancholy and resentful.
At the right time, it is difficult to fall asleep, and it is easy to become a poem.
The melancholy east wind is incomprehensible, and the situation is full of relatives during the festive season, and it is easy to be annoyed for no reason, and it is difficult for a good dream to become a limited spring.
It is difficult to send the water to the remnant spring, and the situation is full of tears when the cold food and the east wind are full of tears.
It's not a long hate, it's a tanka, and the autumn wind blows the leaves, so what's the unbearable melancholy.
People say that the official situation is really terrifying, I am alone and sad that everything is difficult to cook, and it is not easy to accompany three meals a day.
Another year, the situation is doubly sad during the festive season, and life is easy to grow old and difficult to dream.
It is cool, the world is impermanent, the autumn wind blows the leaves, and the sun is slanting.
Yuan is not easy, the spirit is difficult since ancient times, and there are new poems melancholy reminiscing about Chang'an.
Have mercy on me, why be melancholy that everything is difficult to get your wish, the lake is easy to be an old man.
Hard work in exchange for the breeze is busy all the way, the sun and the moon bear morality, and nurture the pillars.
The breeze blows the fragrance of rice flowers, and I work hard all the way to be well-off, sweaty and sweaty, and I don't feel it, so why not pick the sun and moon on my shoulders.
The bags are picked up on the shoulders, sweating and happy, in exchange for a bumper harvest, and the two sleeves cross the small bridge in the breeze.
Zheng Huixian Zheng Huixian Chinese art