Tangweizhuang
In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head.
Who is young and romantic?
I'm going to marry my body and rest for life.
Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned.
When a woman meets a boy for the first time, she wants to promise herself.
Who is the teenager on the field road? Youth is like a flower. I want to marry him in my life and rest for the rest of my life. Even if he abandoned me ungrateful, he would not regret it or be shy.
Drunk whip
Song Zhang Xian
Double butterfly embroidered skirt, Dongchi banquet, first meeting.
The vermicelli is not deep and uneven, and the idle flowers are light in spring.
Look at all the good places carefully. People are very humane and have a thin waist.
Yesterday, the mountain was in a daze, and when I came, my clothes were covered with clouds.
When Zhang Xian first met her, he seemed to see a peaceful flower.
The first time I saw you was at a banquet, wearing a skirt embroidered with two butterflies. The beautiful face is only painted with faint white powder, just like a wild flower, quietly and gracefully bathed in the fragrant spring.
Yuxia
Song He Zhu
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle.
Who is the golden flower?
Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring.
Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence.
How much leisure do you have?
Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
When He Zhu first met this woman, he was deeply attracted by her.
Her light footsteps did not cross Hengtang Road, and I watched her float away sadly like incense dust. Who can this splendid year of China compare with? Is it in the garden by the bridge under the moon, or in a big family with flowers and windows? Only Chunfeng knows where she lives.