While drinking and singing, my writing stopped, and my pillow quilt was warm enough to make me dream. The heartbroken autumn pavilion makes the noise of sad crows, and the sound of bitter cicadas chirping in the spring pool disturbs sleep.
The curtains are fluttering in the cool breeze, and the hot autumn wind rustles through the half-lit window. The rising sun and colorful clouds have not yet arrived, but the tired beauty looks looming.
The dog and the eagle are soaring above the plains, and white clouds cover the sky. Thousands of miles galloping under the Yin Mountain, the sky is filled with the sound of pastoral songs.
Beyond the Great Wall, the sheep are as happy as the snow. How could the Jiangnan area know about Ma Ruolong? The lifelong book of friends is dark green, and I am willing to count the meteor showers with me.
The rustling autumn wind blows away the cold weather, and I feel disappointed and resentful of the mountains. Cranes in the wild sand comb their soul swords, and eagles on the quartz sandstone watch the clouds sleeping.
Looking at the beautiful woman with a thousand suns, I lowered my head and left half a lotus in my hand. There is no one around to prepare for tears, so I am writing poems to relieve myself.
As the sun sets in the autumn pavilion and becomes dusk, listen to light music that fills the evening. The empty hall is lonely and benevolent, and people everywhere are writing their feelings.
Now I see my fellow bloggers writing about old things, how can I express my gratitude to those who read ink clearly? The incense of the deceased jade disappears and the words are spoken, don't give the spring feeling to the wrong person.
After the banquet, enjoy the tea and go on a youth tour, the firewood door is not locked and the birds are chirping on the branches. The beautiful woman on the screen looks at her red makeup and looks in the mirror to comb her hair with clouds and phoenixes.
Recruiting guests and beauties with their beautiful voices, and sending them charms with sandalwood eyes like hooks. Sitting with each other, they commented on the tranquil scenery of Jianghan and its peaks thousands of miles away.
In the abandoned area of ??Yindu, towering towers and clouds bloom, and peonies flourish like stars. The Prime Minister wields a stick and teeth, and the God of Thunder and Shang Taoism flutters his wings.
The mountains and rivers of the ancient sages are beautiful, and the people of the world admire the moon and the net. The red pavilion in Shen Yuan is full of fine waves, and I feel youthful when I wear a ribbon and listen to the piano.
The setting sun has just set over the hills and mountains, and the clouds on the peaks and mountains are covered with ripples in the water. A slender hand had just been waved, and the two pairs of loving eyes made an appointment again.
In the moment of saying goodbye with sweet words, I waved my hands and whispered goodbye. The strong fragrance of spring plums reminds me of the messenger, and the chic and romantic Xipan'an
I roll up the screen window to watch the cicadas chirp, how can I compose the words that are scary and how can I compose the words that are worrying. In autumn, the songs of the future will be sweet, and in summer, the past and present will be sung quietly.
At the moment, my love has come to an end. At this stage, I can only drink to drown my sorrow. Inviting the moon to raise wine and search for thousands of miles is not as good as a higher city gate.
Going on a tourist boat and listening to the silk strings playing in the pavilion. The crazy man plays the guitar and sings about loyalty to the king, and the resentful woman dances wonderfully.
Compare the words in the pavilion to know the heart, and look at the fate in the Ruyi Pavilion. Recalling the old town of Xiucheng, when will Yu Jun be in his prime again?
The skylark sings happily to guide the way forward, and the yurt is covered with colors to dust away the floating dust. The horses galloping and performing with poles, and the strong people fall down and roll up the moss.
The wasteland is lush and green, and the dining table is warm and the cups are warm. I just want the desert to be more beautiful and bring me the fragrance of milk.