afraid to leave the bitter, how many things, want to say also rest.
the broiled hands can be warm and cold.
looking for it, cold and cheerless, miserable and miserable. When the cold is cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups of light wine, how to enemy him, late in the wind? The wild goose is also sad, but the old acquaintance. The ground is filled with yellow flowers. Haggard, now who can pick it? Keep the window, how do you get black alone? The parasol tree is more drizzle, to the dusk and the little drops. This time, how is a sad word!
the wind to live the dust has been done, day and night tired comb. Things are not everything, but tears flow first. It is said that the two streams are good in spring, and also to pan out the boat. A lot of sorrow can not be carried.
old weather clothes, only feelings are not like the old home!
new to thin, non dry wine, not sad autumn.
the red lotus root, the residual jade, the autumn, lighten Luo's clothing, and only go to the blue boat. Who sent brocade books in the clouds? When the wild goose is back, the moon is full of the West Tower. Flowers float, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two worries. This situation can not be eliminated, but then brow.
flowing freely. A kind of Acacia, two idle worries. This situation can not be dispel, only then brows, and up.
Mo Dao is not ecstatic, curtains roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
lonely boudoir, the soft intestine one inch melancholy. At the time of spring and spring, a few raining rain.
dim light yellow body soft, emotional traces far away only fragrant left. It is the first class in the flower, which is light and light red. Mei Ding's jealousy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw the title of the Mid Autumn Festival. The unfurthed man can think of the unmerciless.
lonely boudoir, the soft intestine one inch melancholy. At the time of spring and spring, a few raining rain. All over the baluster, but there is no emotion! Where is the man? After a long decline of grass, the road was broken.
Chang Chi kiosk sunset, intoxication do not know the way back. In the late return boat, enter the lotus root flower deep. Fighting, fighting, startled a seagull heron.
why should light blue and deep red be the first class in flowers?
looking for it, cold and cheerless, miserable and miserable.
phoenix tree is more drizzle, to dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, how is a sad word?
gaze at the place, from now on, a new sorrow. ()
this situation can not be eliminated, but then brow, but on the heart.
There is a good place to read on the pillow.
life as a hero, death is also a ghost.
embroidered curtains smile, open up, lean on the treasure duck lined with fragrant cheeks, eye waves move before being guessed. One wind is deep and rhyme, half of it is tender and hate.
flowers float away, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two worries.
kick up the swing, up the whole fiber hand. Thin, thin, thin and thin sweaty. See someone come. And walk with shame, look back on the door, but smell the green plum.
things are not rest, lacrimal tears first flow.
the wind to live the dust has been done, day and night tired comb. Things are not everything, but tears flow first.