Overnight the east wind is red, a thousand mountains are green and the sky is reflected, the future is already a good spring, why add incense into the dream.
The mountains and lakes looked at the harvest, and the east wind sent me up to the tall building, and I sang together in the future with the railing.
In the future, Pepsi mourns, adding more sorrow and confusion, blowing off the peach blossom willow color decline.
Tim Jin Phoenix, the sunrise will shine on the rainbow, the east wind is thirty thousand miles, blowing open the emerald color full of sky.
The willow eyes are blue, the mountain color is two distinct, and if you want to ask for spring news in the future, you will get four or five sounds of yellow orioles.
The light of the mountains and lakes enters the picture screen, the sky is full of stars in a night, and the spring flowers and autumn moon will write about the spirit of sex in the future.
Youth has paid the traces of the years, and Mo Dao's life is white and dusk.
White-haired old love, dreaming and frightening, the world is difficult as if it does not live up to this life.
It is easy to grow old in the end, full of white hair without words of sorrow, and life is short and young people pay the water.
Wind and clouds, like water, white hair and pale face are easy to pass away and do not look back.
Go and not go back, a few more sorrows, red face easy to old and frequently add ambitions.
The heart is not old, easy to pass away, life is short and difficult to wish, do not let youth bear the youth.
Years hurt the past, frequent white hair sighs, life is short and short youth pays for the waves.
Peach blossoms are difficult to understand, youth hurts itself, and white-haired Xiao is easy to pass away and sighs.
Youth is no longer a young man, the years are difficult to leave frost on the sideburns, Mo Dao life white hair and why bother.
White hair Tim, life is easy to sigh years, confidant a thousand glasses of wine, no regrets about youth.
Autumn moon hazy people are easy to get drunk, full of white hair sighing for years, lovesickness is difficult to understand the heart, mistakenly exchange youth for wine money.
Red dust and purple strange youth can not go back, white hair Xiao sparse easy to pass away.
Years have passed, years have passed, people are easy to grow old, full of white hair and another day.
White hair is as silver, easy to grow old, the world is impermanent and dreams are not by people.
Mo Yan is sad, the face is still endless, the years are like songs, and the youth is a good companion.
It is rare to raise a glass to invite Haoyue, look back and remember youth, full of white hair and easy to grow old.
No more, life is always difficult, easy to get old, white hair frequently add ambition.
White-haired Xiao is getting older, red face is easy to change zhi jian, it is difficult to meet the confidant youth to pay for wine.
The years are like white hair sighing, and it is rare to meet the dream of the confidant's youth.
Run with the heart, follow the flow of water, and the white hair is frequently added to the passing away.
Youth is not long, it is difficult to have several injuries, red face is easy to grow old and frequently add ambition.
White hair is still in love, the vicissitudes of the years are difficult to live, and the companionship of youth is also calm.
Not as easy as the cup, life white hair in the mirror more, floating clouds over the eyes of youth to pay the waves.
Night rain is difficult to dispel today's hatred, youth is no longer the same as the old, poor white hair urges people to grow old, and the years are easy to empty dreams.
Go or not, life is rare to idle, easy to pass away feelings are still there, white hair frequently adds to the ambition more firmly.
A cry of Du Yu's east wind, the blood of the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains stained red, Mo sighed that the hero had nowhere to be found, and Shaohua had passed away and the water flowed empty.
Hurriedly passed away Joss, life was short and bitter, at that time, it was too late to cry out for the red.
With a long sigh, in a relentless dream, the red skinny green fat Du Yu complained about the autumn wind.
The ground was red and bruised, a sound of Du Yu was easy to pass away in the spring, and the air sighed and flowed with sideburns.
The sound of spring has returned, the rain on the ground is faint, Mo sighed that life is easy to pass away and dreams are difficult to return.
The waters of the past are gone, life is short and sighs, and the red is in tears.
Can't go back, the dead are difficult to chase, and the tears are dark in the small characters of the red note.
Like a fire maple red frost staining his cheeks, Du Yu summoned spring, and Shao Hua had passed away with pain and sorrow.
Summoning the spring wind, the peach blossoms reflect the sun red, Mo sighs that there is no less life, and Shaohua is easy to pass away and the water flows east.
Shaohua faded away and sighed, and the maple leaves called the spring wind through the frost Du Yu.
The white-headed old man sighed, the old age was gone, and the red, thin, green and fat Du Yu burst into tears.
The peach blossoms are different red, Du Yu summons the spring wind, and the flow of years is like water and time to go too hasty.
Breaking the air, everywhere red, Mo sighed that although life passed, it was calm.
Spring to autumn come and go, the water flows, life is short and sighs, and the moon is full of buildings in the small characters of the red letter.
A thousand lines of tears, such as si pain and broken intestines, blood stained mountains and rivers red victory over fire, soul returned to Du Yu weeping into death.
The wine-green night was dark, Du Yu's tears did not dry up, and the past was like smoke and bitterness for a short sigh.
The years passed in a hurry, the water was long, the life was short and sighed, the sunset was red as fire, and Du Yu's voice was tearful.
The miserable wind sighed, the years flowed like water sweeping the ground, and Du Yu burst into tears in his voice.
Half a river red, Du Yu's voice in the twilight thick, Shaohua with the water passed, why should life be in a hurry.
Du Yusheng in the willow spit buds, red fat green thin Jing Fanghua, Dongjun Mo sighed that the spring light is short, and the passing water flow does not increase for many years.
The long song may not pass away with the wind, the short sigh why do you need to chant to the moon, mo Dao sunset Du Yu summons the spring heart.
Tonight the bright moon is cold, you should pity the small characters of the past who sent it, Du Yusheng in the autumn.
Spring is back, a du yu beckons people to return, easy to pass away and look old, Mo sighs time is like an arrow flying.
Soul-stirring, remnant red can't bear to listen, Mo sighs that spring is nowhere to be found, and Shaohua is easy to pass away.
Mo Dao's world is empty, a smile is drunk in the spring breeze, and the sideburns are still red in the sunset.
The jade mirror hangs high and changes the sideburns, and looks back and smiles at the full moon in the world.
Flow long bamboo shadow spots, do not change the old face, look back and smile at the cave sky in the world.
A smile a thousand cups less, drunk lying in the world of everything rest, Mo Dao's pale face and two sideburns are also flowing.
Irrelevant, sideburns have been shifted, white hair gradually added to the old mountain.
Such as sideburns, frost spots, meet a smile and walk in the world.
Two lines of tears, Hao's head sighed vicissitudes, looked back and smiled at the red dust, and the heavens and the earth were short and long.
A smile and a hundred flowers are broken, the heavens and the earth are cold, and the jade bone ice muscle pigment is wrapped like a spot.
Spring to the world full of flowers, a smile is beautiful, and the bamboo is not understood to accompany me.
Mo Dao's face was invincible, and the two sideburns of the spotted white were combed, and they met and laughed at everything in the world.
Sideburns, white hair and pale face to the mirror to see, how much red dust, where to find happiness in the world.
A smile of red dust a few degrees of spring, where in the world does not lose the soul, the flower face and the moon are still there, and the two sideburns are full of white tears.
Everything in the world is the fate, and the sideburns are full of color.
Thousands of reds show their jade faces, the wind and rain play a smile and fall into the city, and the moon is full in heaven and on earth.
The frost spots are white, the old wine is drunk and red, and the smile is different in the world.
Hundreds of beautiful students, where to find the traces of fangs, delicate pink peach blossoms, tears stained bamboo hate several times.
The heavens on earth are in difficulty, looking back at the hundreds of beautiful students, the two sideburns are still accompanied by the king.
Old Ju Jian, spotted sideburns and green shirts are not endless, they are guests when they meet, and where in the world is not flowing.
In the wind, I have seen white hair, it is difficult to find the old face in the mirror, and I am dazed in the sky with a smile of red dust.
Looking back at the differences in the world, Yan is like a peach blossom with snow and emotion.
How many things, thousands of sorrows, white sideburns and pale faces are not endless.
Beautiful and delicate, ice muscle two sideburns, a smile Yanran has never thought about it again.
Fluttering sideburns, a few times in the dream of a smile of enmity, Mo Dao everything is difficult in the world.
A smile of a hundred flower immortals, a full moon in heaven and earth, a jade face with tears and wet clothes.
The heavens on earth are reunited, a smile meets in front of the eyes, the two sideburns are not old, and the three lives have the privilege of knowing Junyan.
Tears two lines, where the Yi people complained about the intestines, the bright moon is still there, and the dream of not seeing the king returns is also fragrant.
Xiang Que Yu died a few sentimental, just like in the dream of Jiangnan, The Mo daoyi people have nowhere to find, and the Red Chamber is a tear crystal.
The broken wall is still there, the wild grass and flowers have their own fragrance, and the lone shadow of the Yi people in the past is in tears.
The Yi people under the moon were tearful and couldn't sleep at night, and Xiang Yuyu died in his dream and hoped that jun would return.
In the dream, tears flowed, only for the Yiren window to listen to the night rain, and the residual incense fell until dawn.
When the jade died, Jiangnan traveled in his dreams, and the Modaoi people burst into tears.
The green plum bamboo horse is still there, the flowers are faintly fragrant in the dream, and the lone shadow of the Yi people in the past is in tears.
Wounded alone, a thousand lines of tears, incense disappeared in the dream of missing hometown.
A song of acacia tears filled his eyes, far away for a few hours, when the bright moon cheeks did not see sorrow.
For what, in the dream of Jiangnan, the Yi people do not know where to go, leaving a lonely shadow in the air and weeping.
-- Zheng Huixian