Most of the southern beauties are in the north, and half of the celebrities in the Central Plains are in Liaoyang.
You said that the misty rain was slightly tipsy, and the pavilion looked far away. Later, I smiled at the flowers and gently combed my hair. ? You said the sunset was brilliant and the Iraqis were excellent. Later, I sat alone in the attic and stood quietly beside Qing. ? You said the breeze Xu Lai, Jiing years well. Later, I locked Emei and fell in love with autumn. ? You said that the dream of the South China was lost and the land was hurt. I have a yellow smile and a broken heart.
Don't you see that the frost is full of hoary heads, the cold corners are pale and the plums are lonely, and the air-cooled clothes are thorough; ? Don't you see that the southern country bows its head to pick red beans, canoes row outside the setting sun mountain, and misty rain draws heavy buildings; ? Can't you see that you don't rely on the water in the handrail? You stare out of the window of Xiao Xuan, but the Taoist temple remains the same; ? You don't see the remnant red swimming alone, making the door buckle and sleeping in the autumn pool; ? If you don't see it, the yellow flowers are sparse, and this goes leisurely, who cooks wine under the tree; ? I haven't seen you and I haven't stopped. You have gone, the wind is blowing all over your sleeves, and today's lights are like day. Who will add new worries to tomorrow?
The trees are rustling, but the autumn wind is not old. Rumors of misty rain, suburbs of the moon. Deep in the apricot blossom, the night is misty, and people light years away are lonely. ?
Green willows curl up and jade looks green. Naihe Bridge, the ends of the earth. When is a meditation pillow? Frown locked, tears clear.
I like you and the east wind. Whether you come or go, don't be afraid to leave. ?
I like you, like the endless journey to the west, without asking the date of return, without fear or dependence. ?
I like you, like the misty rain in the south, regardless of happy ever after, autumn is crisp. ?
I like you, like the snow hammer in the north, not afraid of ice, and don't forget the machine.
There is no more love in the world that belongs to me, just like the heavy snow in the south China melts in the rain in late autumn and disappears without a trace. And I stay here, I can only let it go with a sigh.
I may forget the snow in the north, the flowers in the south, or the passers-by and oncoming travelers. But I will remember you clearly, remember the sunlight hitting your forehead, and remember the stars shining in your eyes. From then on, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, sunny rain is meaningful.
At dusk, the shadows fall in early autumn, and the old fragrance rains. ?
At first, I picked up the pear garden to relax the butterfly moon, but I prefer Mix's dream and cold bosom friend. ?
The faint South China often thinks, but the west wind slowly doesn't understand. ?
The grass is as light as smoke, who is with the water harp under the window?
The sky is high and the land is far away, the days are long and the nights are short, and the dreams in the south are clear?
That day, in the spring and autumn, the phoenix tree branches were at the bottom and the wind was still cold.
From then on, I don't know where the soul goes. There are thousands of miles of pavilions, thousands of lights and people talking all over the world.
In May and June, the weather is rainy, flying flowers are like dreams, the moon is shallow and the lights are deep, and the road is far.
You are the spring breeze blowing flowers all over the ground, you are the mottled drizzle in the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River, you are the maple leaves and chrysanthemums falling in autumn, and you are the catkins flying all over the city on the northern land.
Recalling Suzhou Day, I am always familiar with the summer solstice feast. Zongzi is fragrant and tender, and crispy goose is fresh. ?
There are many pavilions and pavilions in the water town, as well as Wu's orchestra. Every family has wine, and the boat has nowhere to cross. ?
Hand over the seal. I'm right in front. The village is old, and the east looks the same. ?
It's a rainy day in the south of the Yangtze River. It has been thirteen years since Yun Qi went upstairs.