Next is the cherry blossom work.
Xianyun left the court last night and turned into Wan Yu 'e, reflecting the sun, Chen Han's national color, facing the wind and dancing.
When spring comes, everyone will see that you are drunk and the wind will take you away. Sitting on the famous flower Ying Xiao Wo, the vulgar country is like Dongpo.
I want to flatter the East Wall with a smile, but I will eventually doubt the victory of Haitang. The color is not greasy or dirty, and the wind is slightly fragrant.
The garden is full of pictures, and the silk tube is full of love in the sunny sky. It's hard to make a teenager crazy because he's drunk too much recently.
The pulse is light, feminine and dusty, and the leisure worries gradually disappear. The Qingming cold food is amazing at first, and plum blossoms are not suitable for spring.
I was drunk and dreamy, and I only wrote my whole body when I made up. Tingxi touched the current events of that year and mistook Donghua for peerless people.
Looking at the countless branches blooming everywhere, I chose the 4-foot sea just in March, and I was drunk again.
Flowers and clouds gather in the rain at dusk, and the sound of waves urges the day to send light thunder. The Taoist rubbed his eyes and looked empty, but he didn't have the talent of the year.