Bi Manling's frost lies on soft sand, and he has eaten watermelons everywhere for many years. Light and watery in appearance, which Pu Tao alfalfa can't praise.
Wen Song Tianxiang, Melody of Watermelon
Pull out the golden knife and break the jade bottle. A thousand red cherries and a pile of topaz.
In addition to fireworks when swallowing, biting your teeth will make the sound of ice and snow. Chang Anqing, who was called Shao Ping, became a minister in the Han Dynasty.
The song "eat watermelon" Fang yikui
I hate cutting humps without hands and chewing a hundred barrels of cold melons. The half-ridged blouse is sticky and malicious, with a trace of Dan blood red.
Fragrant laughter brought water to the teeth, and it cooled into clothes and bones with the wind. Since then, I have followed my teacher's old nursery with peace of mind. Where can I ask for help?
Watermelon Song Gu Feng
In many places in Hu Aixiang, there are naturally jasper groups. The broken body is bright, and the teeth are cold when chewing.
Clear the enemy and get angry, and Liangsheng can drink a lot. There is no such thing in the east gate, and snowflakes cluster in the ice tray.
"Ruxian watermelon betel nut rhyme" Li Ming Dongyang.
The Chinese envoy went west to repay the loan, and there are still Linggua in China. The fragrance floats and the water is clear first, and the sketch is more oblique.
Baode didn't forget Meng Zhengyi and turned the old Fan family upside down. Because you know the customs of southern Fujian, it is said that betel nut can replace tea.
"Red Melon" obviously bends you
Picked the green door and the green jade room, and skillfully put the scarlet blood in the center. It forms three kinds of dangerous dew in the morning light and pours out nine kinds of slurry.
Xi Nu used new dyes to wash flowers, and Shan Weng practiced old prescriptions. The guest banquet is full of dishes, and the snow lotus is ice-filled.
Bodhisattva man watermelon Shen.
Lead flowers float, cool and wet. Cuipan was shy when she parted. The crystal on the seat is cold. The sky is full of jade dew.
Zhu Qiong is very fragile. The red son is falling. Fingers bent, west wind. Xia Teng lies in the bushes at dusk.