Enze made great achievements in nine days and four seas, and the flowers shed tears.
Always remember the teaching style, always remember the model, and always mourn.
In autumn, cranes coo, crows and crows in jathyapple die, and cranes drive west.
The loyalty of Xiao Xian, the son of Gao Shou Wang De, will last forever.
Eternal glory inspires the feelings of future generations, and the old rain and tears shed desolation.
Yan Yan has passed away, and the spirit of sadness is immortal.
Virtue is boundless, and the history of history will never forget the virtues of celebrities and hometown.
Leave a legacy of the ages, love a thousand flowers, condense a tear, and let the water mourn.
Out of the water, broken, sad and happy, shocking.
Throughout one's life, hope is in one's body, voice is in one's voice, and merit still exists.
If I had known, I might have nothing to say in the temple, and tears poured down my clothes, and her heart would have broken and her tears would have dried up.
Typical: I wonder who I'm talking to. My heart is as deep as the sea.
I still want to be cold, so do I.
It's spring in the world, and I'm alone, so why bother?
Actress Shen Baowu drinks thousands of tears, and the old people cherish the old age.
Where is the crane dreaming? Apes have been crowing here for one hundred years and thirty thousand days.
The soul shines on the liver of the sun and the moon, and the mountains and rivers reflect righteousness.
Today's achievements are still in the Qing dynasty, and I am worried about national subjugation. I will die first and not return.
It is typical for students of Lengfan Public Building in Li Yue, Chu Shi to lose their teachers.
Knowing that you are ashamed of worrying about your own death, I am still drunk. Virtue depends on eternal loyalty.
Sad, sad, eternal, full of tears, remembering affection and integrity, shining on the sun and the moon.
Strong winds spread bright festivals in Gigi Lai, and later people shed tears in the rain.
Outside, clouds gathered in the hall, mourning for many families, listening to the cold wind, empty buildings, bitter rain and cold.
Fame is immortal, the soul is bright, the history is lush, the pine and cypress live forever, and it will never go down in history.
Flowers cry in cold spring, birds cry heartbroken, flowers fall, spring has gone, and it is difficult to round the bright moon.
Yu Mei is full of filial piety, and the old man has been away for a long time.
People spend their whole lives, hoping to be in the body, smiling and smiling all their lives, and virtue will be passed down for the rest of their lives.
Who is safe in the same boat as * *? If I knew, I would serve you in the temple without words or tears.
The weeping soul is about to break, and tears will leave a faint scent on the withered dragon.
It was difficult to find traces of painting, and tears flowed all over the floor.
Do good all your life, and leave a name for yourself through the ages.
Su Xin hangs on the high instrument, and Bo's straight path still exists today.
That voice, that voice, that smile, is still brilliant, and that high wind will last forever.
The spirit of heaven and earth lives on, and the spirit smiles. The red plum, green bamboo and indoor white robe are outside Jiuquan Gate.
The sun and the moon shine with the heart of a child, and their names will last forever. I will work hard all my life, simple and honest.
Friends regard today as a farewell smile. They have been sad all their lives, honest and naive, naive and bright.
The voice and face of death will remain in the wind forever, snow will pile up against the wind for three years, and tears will fall into red ice.
The poetic soul that has drifted with the tide has been involved, and the white horse has bid farewell to tears and sent away the blue sky and blue sea.
All return to the sunset, and the cause of sprinkling hemp with two tears is returned to the predecessors, and the green model remains in the future generations.
Spring rain, pear blossom, eternal hatred, autumn wind, tung leaves, one-day sorrow, green water, green hills, sad history, falling flowers, weeping, weeping.
The shadow of Gao Xuan in Pengmen sang in Artemisia, the white horse came to tears, and the spring rain was wet, driving Bai Yunfei away.
Wind, trees, rules, crows, snow, heavy doors, white horses, swallowing people, trying to build a white jade building in the sky.
I don't know the sunset, I miss my family. I often hope that Bai Yunfei will want to see her voice and singing voice, and there will be tears to attend the class.
Snowflakes are all white, and tears are sprinkled on maple trees. Qian Shan was silent, bowed his head, sobbing and blowing Xiao.
The motherland's mountains and rivers bury loyal bones, and China pays tribute to the hero's affection.
At midnight, the cold cuckoo still crows. Wan Liyun empty cranes fly from the water, and the setting sun hates autumn frost and spring rain.
I smile at everyone's holidays. I miss my family alone. I have been miserable and thrifty all my life. I will be a model and try to spread my life.
Buried in the northern suburbs, loyal people left the village to raise autumn grass and left people alone, only looking at the sunset photos of Lin.
Thousands of tears, the earth is wet, a tomb is full of blood, and the spring rain is full of ambition.
Bright Moon, Breeze, Memories of the Ancient Mountain and Water, Reading Poems, Three Paths of Cold Pine, Crying, Half Window, Bamboo and Wind Singing
Ling Ying was a guest of Penglai. Fan, a villager, loved the country and worked hard before his death, and told his children to be more frugal when he died.
There is no reason to see the brow on the right and no longer smell loyalty. The festival is like pine, frost and snow, and the wind shines like water.
It's like yesterday's laughter * * * If you don't believe me, don't let Chen Xiaoqi die. Fang stayed, and it was already green.
White horse, flat car, farewell tears, blue sky, blue sea, mourning, persistence, respect for future generations, leaving a name and remembering old friends.
Tears are sad for thousands of lines. I didn't realize that the virtue of Jiuileum would last forever.
Wan Li mountain flowers shed tears, and a stream of water mourned, which has its commemoration, leaving behind the legacy and mourning beyond words.
Peach blossoms and flowing water suddenly go to the breeze and bright moon, where can I find desolate clouds and shadow trees? It hurts thousands of miles, and the spring breeze hates next year.
Running water, sunset, eternal hatred, cold wind and bitter rain, a hundred years of sorrow, tears in Jiuquan, know that every family has cried for good people at the same time.
When the ancients were alive, they added a noble companion to the underground. When they see that they will never hear from the sea again, how can they remember their smiles afterwards?
There is no need to cry when you know that you have lost your life. Why lose your life? Recalling the joy of the countryside will be unbearable, so it is rare for an old friend.
Lament the mood of not listening to the teachings of relatives, but still miss the old days. When we meet, we can still remember where the past days were.
Thousands of miles away, ten years of tears began to know, but because of lifelong frugality, I didn't preach good news frequently.
The past is well known, the village loyalty still exists, and the moonlight is beautiful.
Rain, rain, red tears, snow, pine branches, plain clothes, spirit, success for future generations, Dodd, let future generations continue their career.
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I hope that Yunsi's relatives will live forever in Conan's dream.
Kindness is gone, wind wood is gone, and sadness is over.
Candle scissors, western window, plum blossom, Dongting, tears, water, sadness
Feelings, old rain, tears, desolation, plum, filial piety, willow, Japanese affection
Spring has passed, and it is difficult to make a full moon at night. White clouds hang in the shadows, looking at blackbirds and thinking about blackbirds.
Actresses Shen Bao and Wu Xian drove back to Yaochi, Shu Debiao Tong, Shi Fang and Bai Yun.
Peng Daogui was driving the porch, and it was hard to find the trace of the mother instrument painting, and tears filled his eyes.
Sun Bi's soul sprinkles peach blossoms with creeping snow and red tears outdoor red plum green bamboo indoor white skirt.
If the wind is empty and the back is empty, it will be late. After the rain, it is not fragrant. Sweeping Feng Dan is a funeral, and White Horse is the best guest at the door.
The west bamboo lotus turns over the clouds, the north hall porch withers, the moonlight is cold, the flowers fall, spring goes to spring, the morning light is cold and the night is heavy.
Those who lean on the door go to the third night to stand up and mourn for five nights. On the wind and rain floating bamboo, the red tears cloud presses the pine crown.
Plum blossom fragrance at midnight snack, silent rhyme, cold crane, cold rain, crying yellow flowers, hate, wind, worrying about bamboo, even more worrying.
Painting the ground, Zeng Chuanxian's mother led the knife, and her godson left the car with a white horse and a white car, saying goodbye with tears.
The wind blows, the flowers fall on the moon, Wujiang is cold, Du Yu, and the sorrowful daughter is in pain.
The pavilion is cold and sad, and the crane is blue and the moon is cold and tears are shining.
The spilled past, the remembered charm, and the open kindness are now only Yu Meiying.
Worried about the pear blossoms with blood and tears, leaving Qian Qian with a thousand mournful voices.
Dream broken Beitang, spring rain pear blossom, eternal hate, hanging on the east wall, autumn wind tung leaves, a day of sorrow
When Jade Bird heard that the Queen Mother was coming back, she put on a cold Yu Di and broke Qin E's departure.
When the bluebird falls into the air, the soul can never return to the pool, and the deep waves swallow the Wu Ya crow, and the dream is hard to return.
The moonlight in front of the court is full of filial piety, and the outdoor is lonely and sad.
Weeping sticks are sad, the night is full of kindness, the moon is broken, and people are far from the North Hall.
The year before last, Fang had long white hair and bid farewell to the dust. Today, the water and the grave are separated.
The night scene is bleak, and the cold wind in the courtyard is twice as bad. What is the pain of clouds?
There are poets at home who cherish famous mountains everywhere, but they can't hide together and always worship Buddha. There is indeed evidence in the network field of death.
Xiang Fu Wan Lu Ke Zi Wan Xiong Shude marked the history of Fan Tong Buddha in his early years, destroyed bamboo immortals, and traveled back to Bai Yunxiang in the air.
It is difficult for immortals to stay in the past, but it is difficult to stay in Sanjin Mountain. Deyao never wanted to get hurt, but he was very disappointed. An official named Lu Mian Anren wrote a mourning poem.
Recalling that the flat peach ripened and gave birth to many children, Sun Jingxiu was the first to realize the woody root, and then he went to become immortal and Buddha, which should be better than heaven.