A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.

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The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.

Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.

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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.

A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.

Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.

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The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.

The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.

Linjiangxian

A little banana heart will be broken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I want to sleep and read old books. Yuanyang small print, still remember unfamiliar hands.

Tired eyes are low and confused, half blurred. Cold rain outside the window, Yi Deng lonely. What is expected should be done. What is the truth?

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I made an appointment last night, Yancheng Yulu that night. A crescent moon and a few sparse stars. It's still late at night and people are still watching the lights.

Originally, Qu tang style shielded each other, which made people hate others. It is quiet outside. Several heartbroken places, wind-driven flower bells.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.

Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.

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Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first move is to draw a skirt.

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The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?

The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.

Once again (walking in autumn)

Sorrow marks are everywhere, no one can save them, and dew is wet. The stroll is small and desolate. Xiaoxiang still has the old moonlight.

The fickle feeling turned into sadness and fatigue, and the music was heartbreaking. The red lettering on the wall is blurred, remembering that the hand in front of the lamp is an Iraqi book. The first branch of the east wind-peach blossom

The east wind is thin and bad, it rains at night, and the courtyard is still morning. Affectionate past Cui Lang, should sigh last year's appearance. When the curtain first rolled up, I lost it early, painting a beam and living a swallow. The most charming person, Qing Xiaoying, flew away and trembled.

The fruit in the back of the mountain ends at dusk. I want to watch the sunset alone. She moved to Gao Ting with dizzy eyebrows and blue eyes. More than five storms, no more, no less, a line of spring. Leaning against the Li wall to provoke gossamer, it is difficult to distinguish the crimson floor last night.

Wang Haichao-Zhu Bao Cave

Desert wind and rain, cold tobacco rot, ups and downs everywhere. White sky mountains and clear skies in Wan Li at night are not bleak at all. The past is the most painful, thinking of bronze camel lane and the scenery of Jingu. Several places are out of the palace, and this boy is still herding cattle and sheep.

The desert is covered with yellow sand, with a row of mulberry stems and snow sculptures. A smoke, a dream rain, endure to watch the sunset in the forest. Returning to the geese for two or three rows, I saw clouds and low water, and iron rode on barren hills. Monks eat dusk, pine doors cool the moon and blow clothes.

Jin Ju vs Furong-Shangyuan

Golden duck disappears fragrance, silver shovel pours water, and flute flies at night. Snow in the forest, Yuanyang crystal clear. Fish dragon dance, fragrant car, leaving Wu Ling to cover the front sleeve. Wandering like a dream, now it's empty, and the lights are burned out.

It's hard to recall the past. Sighing at the bridge of fire trees and stars, looking back. However, nine-year-old Yanyue is still in a cage. Chutian District was frightened by the bonfire and asked if it was possible to take a look at Jiangcheng tonight. Small window residual wine, dim light, not autistic.

Royal flowers and plants-Chongyang night

Late autumn is better than spring, and I love Leng Xiang deeply. There are six small Pingshan in Zhulou, which is a bit dusty and lonely. As soon as cigarettes are sold, people dream and insects break. He insists on pleasure, but he is always in no mood.

Looking back on that year, I enjoyed my wrist red and looked forward to it. What's going on now? I'm afraid of singing and dancing. Corn is cold, there are rewards, and it is exposed in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Sigh its bleak, why make a fuss.

Romantic son-autumn suburban chronicle

The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao. I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered. Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.

Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring. How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs. Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.

The golden melody is dedicated to Fen Liang.

Germany is also crazy. Occasionally, the dust in Beijing, Wuyi family. Who would want to spill wine on Zhaozhou soil? If you don't believe in the truth, you become a bosom friend! Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes. If you don't see it, the moon is like water. * * * You must be intoxicated with this night, and it is the rumor of him and the moth eyebrow, which is a taboo in ancient and modern times. Why do you ask about your long life experience? Just scoff. Think about it and repent from the beginning. One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would get married in my life. But, you must remember!