Dreams lock in late autumn, leaving sorrow.

Ruthless years, never care about anyone's feelings. Once again, the geese fly south, and the autumn water turns. Endless is the sadness of falling flowers everywhere; It is the sigh of long autumn water that licks the ear. The scenery here touched my endless sadness.

On a clear autumn day, the night was quiet. Immerse yourself in the sad melody like autumn water, silently count the past events like smoke, and wake up like a dream.

Love doesn't understand the sufferings of the Iraqi people. Who pity the Iraqi people? Flowers fade, fragrance is scattered, who is worried about sending them? Looking at the other side, sighing, how can we solve this sad heart? A song of lovesickness is endless, it is difficult to get together, and the dream locks the clear autumn.

"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Everything goes with the east water, only in the dream, there is a chill. "

"Wild silence insects, cold night wind clear. Yunshan rides a horse, and the shadow of the bridge. " In the world of mortals, in the falling fragrant flowers, there is a wonderful poem. As soon as Yi picked up the beautiful fragments scattered in her heart, she suddenly dreamed. The creek bridge remains the same, but it only increases the sadness of the stream under the bridge and flows through the stream. On a clear autumn night, this wonderful poem is heartbreaking and makes people cry.

"The silence of wild insects makes the cold wind clear in jathyapple". Just like the sorrow of the Iraqi people at this time: when the bright moon is lonely and the heart is full of music, who can listen to the strings? Who * * * Song Qing?

"Yunshan rides, Xiqiao shadows." Why haven't you been in the middle of Yunshan, only hearing horses singing, but not seeing horses? Where is the idle shadow? Ask Leng Yue Qingfeng, when will the loneliness near at hand and far away stop?

"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Wutong autumn moon is like this, so don't have a taste in your heart. "

In the world of mortals, it is always affectionate and heartless. Maybe God has pity on Iraq, thousands of miles away, but two hearts are wonderful. They are connected and echo each other from afar. Like a dream, I will never leave, and you will never give up. In this way, I have never owned or lost it.

Maybe it was a marriage in a previous life. Maybe it's fate in the afterlife. When you meet by mistake in this life, you only give the fate to Iraq for a moment, but you need to turn it into eternity yourself. In my last life, I knew that on this clear autumn night, I hoped that the husband on the other side would cross the Acacia River with a pole, so that he could really fall in love with the husband who had been warm for a moment. With deep love, I spent a long and sad night, and no longer dominated Yi's dream with the temperature of the hidden mirror flower.

"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? The eyebrows in the mirror are dusty, leaving only one full of sadness and coldness. "

After waking up from a drunken dream, Phoenix left and burned out. Vaguely lingering is the tenderness of yesterday. Just because you look back, I think you are in the morning and evening. Looking back at the long road of the world of mortals, it seems that Haitang is still waiting in the rain without regrets, and endless sorrow is beyond words.

Waiting is a bitter word, but there is no lack of beauty, and it is cold and clear in waiting. Look for it; Waiting in the mouth, there is a long-lost name; Looking at the waiting mountains, we can see the weight of thousands of mountains. Qin treats the bright moon, Han treats the breeze; Waiting for the intoxicated moon. Waiting for the heartbreaking wind; Waiting for the half of heartbreak and ecstasy; Waiting for the warmth in the dream.

"Lock clear autumn, lock sorrow, love word XieQing know? Half-life banana rain, no pain in my heart. "

Time flies, autumn water turns; Heaven and earth are long, and feelings spread; Red dust, weak water 3 thousand, only take a ladle.

A string song, no matter how it ends, knows that one day the string will break, and so will three thousand infatuations. Iraq is still the same, quietly waiting for the dreamy beauty in the vicissitudes of life.

In the lonely waiting, depending on the circuitous feelings, I am attached to the dream of locking clear autumn, chasing people's thin shadows, chasing autumn water, accompanying Leng Yue and the breeze, and sending this missing sentence to the other side of the world.