The ancients said that flowers and peonies have no taste. Beggars go out to live in seclusion. If you think what you know is precious, what will happen to the flowers? In Xihe, the hometown of Tianhou, there are peonies under the pavilion, which is unique. Tianhou sighed that the garden was insufficient and was transplanted because of life. As a result, the peonies in Beijing are flourishing. Today, the official position I can control extends to the homes of ordinary people, just like the flow of four blasphemies, and I don't know where it ends. Every month in late spring, vagrants are also one of the prosperous things in the countryside. In modern times, literati recited poems to describe it, and no one could give it. Yu Du endowed it with the ultimate beauty. Or: I often praise myself for my husband's achievements. Now I love a flower, but I still have childlike innocence. Yu Yingzhi said: Didn't my son see Zhang Jingzhou alone? Sri lankans believe in their husbands. However, at the head of his anthology, there is litchi Fu. What? Litchi believes in beauty, but it can't bear a fruit. What's the difference with peony? However, I asked him what his purpose was, why sending peony would hurt me, or that I could not be right, so I sent it as a punishment.
Round and mysterious, with stars and scenery, clouds and clarity. When it encounters a flow, its light droops and forms. Grass got it. It's red English. English is very red, and the clock is almost peony. If you pull Milon, the national fragrance deceives the orchid. I study things, but I look at them for the second time. Late spring is extremely angry, and green shoots are like pearls. The dew is clear and the night is getting deeper. Shao drives a car. Surging branches, such as decongestion and steady pulse, are unstoppable. Anger is like venting anger. Shu color spread out, cool. Beautiful skin is greasy, everything is unique. Red people are like the sun, and white people are like the moon. Light is like heart, yin is like blood. If you greet someone, you will be greeted, but if you support them, you will be rewarded. What the dead say, what the dead say, is like swallowing. Those who bow their heads are sad, and those who look up are happy. Curled up like dancing, sideways like falling. The servant was drunk and the composition was broken. Those who are dense weave, those who are sparse lack. Fresh as Zhuo, miserable as different. The beginning is hazy, downward, and the second scale overlaps. Brocade covers each other and embroidered accounts are connected. The sun is shining in the cage, the smoke is burning during the day, and it is always dew and night. Or burning show, or graceful dew. Or moving, or thinking, or looking forward to the wind, or showing sadness. Or as heavy as a ribbon, or as rotten as a cloak. Or build bricks against the sun, or take a picture of the swimming pool. Either the pheasant has been tamed, or the summit will fly. Its state is absolute, does Huckley think? If you don't look at abundance, who can see it? The first time I met Sun Wu, I came here to teach war. What is a teaching war? Shake the fiber. Jade rotten wind full, clouds flowing into waves, heavy footsteps, thousands of trees. Xizi Nanwei, Luoshenxian Pavilion. Or leaning or holding, vermilion is strong. The dazzling red pots are fighting for Cui E's burning out, which is lingering. There are 3,000 palaces in the Han Dynasty, and there are many beautiful stars in the Milky Way. Make the color shine, press the scenery and press the shoulders. Silver candles on the mat, crimson smoke on the stove. Real people in the abode of fairies and immortals. The crystal shines, and the gold jar lists money. I looked at each other and didn't talk to each other. Give the lotus a surprise before it rains. Stay at home in public office, like hemp. Cough 10 thousand gold and buy this prosperity. T-shirts are full of praise all day. There are many obstacles in court. The curved beam is heavy and loose. Like a boudoir, like a screen window, like a resting place, vaguely like a treasure in a pavilion. I came to see it as if I had taken a fairy away. The pulse is silent and the sun is slanting. Jiuqu tourists, chariots and horses. There is wine like wine, you can sit and sing. Get drunk and rest, who knows the rest. I pressed the flower, and this flower came first. Leave the group to monopolize the spring day. It is very big, and its fragrance fills the room. Leaves are like jade feathers, hugging one after another. The core is like a gold piece, and the decoration is beautiful. Roses died of shame, but peonies lost themselves. The peaches withered, and they felt ashamed. Wandering around in the dark, Mulan slipped away. Zhu Jin was discouraged, Ziwei knelt down, let him go first, dare to be angry and jealous? Beautiful, beautiful, and a product of the past. Why did the older generation feel lonely and didn't smell it? Today is prosperous, but it is big. The life of every grass and tree is sometimes blocked and sometimes opened? I want to ask you, what are you living for? You don't say anything, just stay and play.
In the spring of March, I watched peony in full bloom in Tangjiaxiyuan. The court published the book Shu Peony Fu with wine and returned it. Yunming.