Looking for good sentences, knotting elegant fate, and red leaf inscriptions are endowed with meaning.
Looking for Zhiyin, chanting into tears, Mo Dao's poetry heart has nowhere to send, and it is difficult to find the red leaves.
The new word wine has not disappeared, the poetry heart is at ease, idle and idle, and the sound is comforting and lonely.
The sea of poetry sails higher and higher, making fun and leisurely, and singing the wind to make the moon know the sound to comfort the lonely.
Su Xin wrote many good sentences, Li Dumen in front of the door less zhiyin, Mo Dao inscription has its own descendants.
Send lovesickness, good sentences into not self-sustaining, poetry nowhere to find, a good inscription of red leaves.
Jiangnan smoke and rain into a new theme, all the way to the scenery poetry wine fans, good sentences frequently spread thousands of miles away, zhiyin is difficult to find Wan shanxi.
The poetry is meticulous and diligent, and the good sentences are not difficult to find and hate.
Linfeng looking for good sentences, high mountain flowing water autumn leaves can not be sent, chat borrow poetry notes to watch the heart.
Zhiyin is different, the good sentence is endlessly hated, and the poetic heart has been in love in the dream.
Ecstasy, loving mother summons erlang, a heart of blood by whom to send, thousands of miles of clouds is the hometown.
The loving mother Si'er's tears have not dried up, the wanderer has returned at some point, and the hometown Mingyue has come true with her dreams.
Sent far away, the hometown bright moon is like frost, the wanderer returns to his heart, and the loving mother leans on the door to look at the broken intestine.
In the dream, it is still the hometown, where the thousand strands of acacia are sent, and he has two lines of tears before the grave of the wanderer.
The wanderer of tianya leaned on the door and looked through, sending acacia to the bright moon and sleepless.
Tear wet clothes, when to return, hometown bright moon with the dream to fly.
The long sky is bright and bright moon night, the hometown is cloudy, and the sound of the wanderer in other places is in front of you.
On the night of the bright moon in his hometown, on the day of the return of the wanderer from a different place, the mother's grave burst into tears.
I don't know where to go, in the dream, the loving mother is looking forward to the return date, and the family letter wants to send the hometown to the tearful eyes.
Motherly kindness is like the ocean, the wanderers at the end of the world are wet with tears, the hometown bright moon should know me, and thousands of miles of love are sent far away.
The cloud road is far away, the love is thousands of miles of hometown relatives, the day of the return of the wanderer, the tears in front of the grave of the mother.
The hometown is already desolate, where the lovesickness sends the moon, the wanderer does not know the way back, and the mother in the dream calls the child.
Thinking of relatives and tears, the sound of the mother calling in the dream, a warm blood hometown let me go.
The loving mother Si'er wanderer is uneasy, and the hometown mingyue sends a reunion away.
Having sent a thought, Mingyue He once did not know the way back, and in his dream the loving mother called Erlang.
The bright moon shines sleeplessly, and the acquaintance is nine days, and the wanderer does not know that his mother is in tears.
Wanderer thinks that the tears of his relatives have not dried, and in his dreams, his loving mother has called his son back, and the family letter wants to send to his hometown Yunshuijian.
Has become a man, tears blindfolded, the most is the hometown of thousands of miles to send affection.
A wisp of love is sent far away, the bright moon is hidden in the dream, and the wanderer of the end of the world leans on the door to look at the broken intestine.
Drifting zero shadow, Feihong lonely heart, Xiao Cersei window people do not sleep, a wisp of acacia to send a voice.
Seeing the feihong leaves full of autumn mountains, sending jun qianli slanting yang water a bay.
Autumn winds and chrysanthemums bloom, nangui sends letters, and fallen leaves flutter and spread their wings on the high platform.
The sound of autumn is cold in the night, the moonlight is broken, and the falling leaves fly across the distant mountains.
Another year, when is it still, the autumn wind is shining and the sun is slanting to send passenger ships.
When Feihong went away for a few hours, the fallen leaves were full of mourning, and the autumn wind came into the heart.
The geese go south, the long sky sends the passengers back, the fallen leaves drift with the passing water, and the feihong is accompanied by oblique rays.
Send the geese south to return to the guests, Xiao Ser yellow flowers are full of incense, and the fallen leaves drift away to accompany the slanting sun.
The autumn wind is full of leaves and moss, and I see Feihong coming and going, listening to the night rain at the west window of Xiao Ser, and sending flowers to Nanpu.
Feihong disappeared, drifting leaves for three thousand miles, in the smoke and rain of the South of the Xiaoser River.
Roll yellow sand, send the king to the end of the world, the fallen leaves follow the flowing water, and there is no home for Feihong.
Qingming sent guests across the east of the bridge, the autumn wind blew the canopy, the fallen leaves drifted to zero, and the end of the world was full of feihong.
Falling leaves He once injured the water, Fei Hongyu narcissistic slanting sun, autumn wind Xiao Ser Qinghui sent evening cool.
There was no news of it, the leaves fell in the autumn and the west wind was frequent, and the city was near dusk.
Blowing yellow chrysanthemums, the night rain is desolate to send white gulls, where to go, Feihong sends homesickness.
To the end of the world, everything is brilliant in the cold winter, where the fallen leaves drift to zero, and the feihong spreads its wings to whom.
Autumn leaves are full of red leaves, feihong over the eyes, and the west wind sends me back to my hometown.
Where the end of the world drifts in the autumn, a breeze is in the moon.
In the autumn, the south returns to thousands of miles of sorrow, and the leaves drift to zero and do not make people worried.
Chirping and playing in the water, the white clouds are leisurely, and the slanting light is a touch of green and ethereal.
Mu Oblique Hui, on the green micro, birds singing deep in the branches shepherd boy return.
Birds are rare, reflecting each other, and the sunset is slanting under the pine.
Reflecting the oblique light, the green mountains embrace the green light, the birds sing the branches and sing gracefully, and the shepherd children return in the depths of the white clouds.
Hidden in the depths of the firewood, a touch of oblique light reflects ziwei, and the mountain birds do not know how to sing the white clouds.
The white clouds are hidden in the depths of the firewood, the sound of people has not returned, and the sun is shining brightly in the sky.
The sunset slants swallows fly, a few people return in the depths of the green, and the branches cry birds white clouds go back and forth.
The water goes, the white clouds are long with the sunset, the ground is unattended, and the lonely railing looks at the green micro.
In the depths of the white clouds, the colorful xia flies, the birds sing the branches of the spring, the mountains are green and intoxicating, and the small bridges reflect the slanting water.
A river of smoke trees is connected to the green light, and the birds do not know how to fly on the mountain.
In the spring color of the controversy, Qianfeng Jingxiu was drunk in the dye layer, and it was suspected that Cui Wei had fallen for nine days.
Where the white clouds perch, the silent birds are rare, and the green deep locks are oblique to see the sun low.
With oblique rays, smoke waves meet the green light, mountain birds do not know where to go, and white clouds still fly with people.
The light of the mountain color lake is green, the singing evening sends the oblique light, and the wind blows the reeds and white clouds fly in the sky.
Flowers are burning, smoke rises in the depths of the white clouds, and a touch of green mountains is faintly ethereal.
In September, the sun appreciates Guihua, and the zhuyi inserts are all over the world, and the chrysanthemums are drunk in the wind.
After planting the cocoons is the end of the world, and the chrysanthemums bloom on the high to see the sunset.
Thinking of hometown, full of fangs, it is another year of interjection and desolation.
Blooming with garden incense, ascending to the far side, it is Chongyang inserted all over the father.
During the season, the geese flew south, planting zhu zhu in the hometown of Gao Si, and the chrysanthemums were covered with tears.
Insert all over the goose to fly south, and it is Chongyang who puts the wine glass, and the chrysanthemum under the fence looks forward to the return of the king.
Ascend to the heights and look far away from the sorrowful, put the wine in the wind to appreciate the chrysanthemums, and it is the Chongyang Festival, and the zhuyi inserts are sent all over the world.
The geese fly south, the ninth day ascends to the top of the green micro, the Chongyang festival arrives, and the zhu zhu inserts all over the hope for the return of the king.
Twice a year, encounter chongyang, planted all over the place of ecstasy, nine days to ascend to the hometown of Gaosi, chrysanthemum blossoms are hometown.
Ascend to the far platform, chrysanthemums bloom everywhere for whom, Chongyang does not see Zhu Yu dreaming.
Chongyang Festival Zhu Yu tears two lines, today's ascension is like last year's yellow.
Looking far up the stairs, chrysanthemums everywhere are celebrating the festival, and the zhuyi cuttings are sent to the homesickness.
Chongyang festival arrives, full of mountain red, ascending to the far horizon to see the chrysanthemums with a smile.
Ascending to the far horizon, chrysanthemums everywhere are particularly fragrant, and it is Chongyang inserting to miss Daddy.
Chrysanthemums are beautiful, looking at the sky, and the heavy sun is inserted all over the ancestors.
The red leaf inscription poem is lonely, blowing dreams across the blue bridge, and I don't know when the yellow flowers are particularly delicate.
Across the small bridge, the red leaves are charming, the yellow flowers are incomprehensible, and the branches are delicate for several days.
The sun is full of grass and mist, and the west wind crosses the creek with red leaves.
Yellow flowers are full of frost on the ground and the moon, ascending to look at the hometown, and the red leaves still dance in the sun.
The autumn leaves are stained with autumn frost, the west wind is cool everywhere, and the next year is still smiling and slanting.
Crossing the creek, it is miserable, and the yellow flowers do not understand the fragrance of the sun and the shadow is low.
On the ninth day, when I climbed high and looked forward to the harvest, the yellow flowers were everywhere to cause people to worry, and the mountains were full of red leaves and the west wind did not relieve the worries.
Extra-beautiful, refreshing day and day, full of mountains and autumn leaves with the flowing water, all the way to the west wind to send passenger ships.
Flying and falling all over the stream, the west wind is miserable, and the sky is high and the clouds are faint and yellow flowers are crying on the branches.
Last night, the west wind fell into a cold dream, the mountains were full of red leaves dancing, the yellow flowers were incomprehensible, and the branches were sleeping in the shadows.
Ascend to the far platform, yellow flowers everywhere with autumn leaves, a night of west wind into the dream.
Another year, when Dongjun arrived in Jiangnan, the autumn leaves followed the flowing water, and only the west wind was cold alone.
-- Zheng Huixian