Since then, I have dreamed several times, but if I didn't hold my hand, tears would splash on the flowers.

Singing to wine, the geometry of life.

It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind.

A gentleman is not full of blue tea, and he is warm after drinking.

Leaves fall one after another, and the cold sound is deeply rooted in people's hearts. The wind and rain once wet the flowers and lost my eyes. In the past, I could also look at the paintings and tell me about acacia. In this sutra, I only saw the moon crying and the frost falling all over the sky. Beauty grows with the shadow, long and short.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

Looking back a glance, Sanshengyuan, waiting for Sansheng is just for you. Passing by, once loved, waiting for the end of life.

Besides triple snow, who else in the world is worthy of white?

Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.

I miss you, become a candle, and my tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.