I don't hurt autumn and autumn hurt me, the wind is a gust, the rain is a gust, but the weather is cool and autumn.

Ask what the love of the world is, directly teach life and death, the south and the north of the world, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom. Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

Why is there nothing to do, why is it sad for a thousand feet, dreamy, too late, a leaf is clear a page, a thousand worries hurt thousands of poems, the will of my heart, how can I be silent here, the day of the ink, the time when the blood stains the country. Autumn is difficult, pouring a pool of wind and lotus, and the face is twilight, but it is a floating life. One day, the ink will be sprinkled on the world, dyeing the white moon on a sunny day. The sky and water reflect each other, and the lights and neon lights are endless. The clouds are glimpse, and the moon passes without a trace. In the middle of the night, people wake up again, the moon often seems to hang on the edge of the window, everything has no basis, the autumn wind sweeps the idle garden, the flying flowers are full of paths, the fallen leaves are zero, the laughter in front of people is better than the pipit, and the moon is bright after the lovesickness.

The full moon of the glass hangs in the west building, and it is difficult to collect the worries in the middle of the night, and then look back, after the sunset, it is just the moon like a hook; Ling Shuang touched the drunken branches, sprinkled the ink on the long river flowing eastward, and then bottled wine, who came, just the snow was soft; The red makeup lightly paints the bright eyes, the green silk stays in vain, the cinnabar is beautiful, the language is difficult to rest, and the essay is faint. Who is thin in a thin clothes, the pearl splashes rain and pours all over the sleeves, the wine in the bottle, the singing voice, and the essay dyes a thousand sorrows.

Raise the pen and cry, what is the basis of heaven and earth. Who has ever seen a few tears of idiot. The wind whispered and thanked the beloved. Ask the parting person, what does it mean to part. The peach blossoms are broken all over the ground, I plan to write an article, the word becomes no one to send, the letter of the Hong Yuan is difficult, the spring flowers and autumn moon are in a hurry, in the dust, three thousand hatreds are hard to reach, let him light shadow empty sorrow, the wind rises, where to fall the pen. The pen is full of ink, and the brocade book is difficult to send. The worry of the heart, tonight and night.

In this life, the lead is washed away, regardless of the past, a dream, a thousand knots, drunk eyes, and a broken heart without saying a word. Qingsi white pronunciation Rong Lao, the east city is unique, the west city is goodbye, a love sea even Shuo Mo, half a lifetime of flashy wind and rain, dreams into nothing......

Love is like a flower, meaning like wine, life and death vow to rejoice, fate is like the wind, love is like water, people will disperse at the end of the song, a person, a city, an empty city old dream, a heart, a love, a dream floating. Lonely and lonely city, you say that you want me to live in the next life? You say that you want me to swear to the mountains? You can know that thousands of miles away, the woman who guards the empty city alone, embroiders the bleak cold in the chair window under the moon, thinks about you and cries every night, and looks forward to your return. Rouge tears, people are haggard, the flowers at the front desk of the jade mirror are ruined, and the lights and candles are waiting for the king. Do you know? Feihua was drunk with a thousand glasses in one night, and the wine stained her tears.

This goes, the autumn mountains reflect the water, the high-rise buildings look at the death of the beloved, the empty city is lonely, the dark night thinks of red makeup, the figure is thin like an arc, tears, how to rest, the sad sound is often accompanied by the ears, the flowers are always in front of the king, this life, only one person knows, but what is it, what is it, everything is fate, not by people, nothing more than to seek peace, a long drunk with the front of the Yiren.

Pick up a touch of moonlight, watch the night be cool, wave a pen and leave, give a lifetime of love. Perhaps, if you know how to appreciate the light passage of time, if you know how to taste the coolness of life, if you listen to the flow of water, if you know that it is like a dream, then why do you hate it in this life.

The small print on the red note is all about business. The wild goose is in the cloud, the fish is in the water, and it is difficult to send this feeling. The slanting sun leans on the west building alone, the distant mountain is just against the curtain hook, the human face does not know where, and the green wave is still flowing eastward. Flowers bloom with smiles, flowers fall into people's bowels, a few clouds of smoke and rain, a few thousand souls dream, in the end, the reputation is nothing more than a void phantom. Thousands of sails are exhausted, the dyed moon is impermanent, the water is passing and flowing eastward, the floating slaughter dream is a dream, asking the world, who knows me, how many people?

A song of the qin, regardless of the song, will eventually be dispersed, a thousand cups of drunken willow shore, and thousands of green silk will be crippled. Look at how much affection there is in the world, don't sue for divorce, don't cry for heart. Each of them has their own dreams, alone in the smoke and rain, the heavenly palace Beidou, the bullet finger flows, the Shaohua white head, empty into loneliness. The drizzle is light, thinking like silk, leaning on the window to look at the Qiong Tower. The sky is cloudy and rainy, yesterday in this building, Zhu Yan correspondingly red, and now that I see red makeup in front of the mirror, Xiaoxiao rain people go to the building is empty. I don't know if you can still sit on the bank of the ten-mile river, with Qianqian jade fingers, rolling up the tenderness like water, painting a corner of the blue sky, and the shore of the Mekong River.

Therefore, Siyi, to reminisce, the first quarter of the moon to collect the king's sorrow, the breeze dances Luo Yi, the riverside post, the boozy drink 3,000 drunk fans; hiking under the moon, leaning on the railing, want to see through, the clouds cover the moon for a while, when the clouds break the flower shadow shakes, this goes for many years, what is the return date?

A night of lovesickness is as empty as water, and I suddenly look back on my three lives. The dust has always been like water, rarely tears, what a lifetime of love, I wish you to sit on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and enjoy boundless loneliness.

Ink painting life and death, dyeing all parting!