The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again.
Ten years are like a dream, and the fireworks are empty.
21 Girls in the world, one step wrong, one step wrong
Love and hate, grievances and hatreds in the world.
The leaves turn yellow and the flowers fade.
The dark shadows follow the heartbreak, the insects sing drunkenly, and people can't sleep.
The lamp is still drunk and the bead curtain hangs down.
Acacia turns to ashes, dreams follow, and flowers bloom.
The sky is about to dawn, but I can't think about it anymore.
The flowing water is messy with the grass on the bank, who smiles lightly, and there are few shadows of flowers.
Xiaoyuan is quiet, and the leakage is interrupted.
How many strands of wind and sorrow are there?
Wild herons roost quietly in the trees, and fish hide in the cold water.
There is no river maple to reflect the fishing fire, but I can hear the heartbreaking music of the village flute
As time goes by, love never ends.
There are thousands of knots in the heart.
As the night passes, the moon condenses into a waning moon.