Who has a poem about anime?

Who is like the misfortune of Qing Dynasty? With his gathering and scattering eyes, first frost is getting colder and colder, clinging to plain clothes. Xianyou Yuen Long leans against bamboo pillars, fragrant snow closes curtains, leaving people to hate, and the dust is dark and frosty, but whose spring has passed, and the people in the residual photos are tired and lazy. Evil is beheaded, life and death joke Ikeda House, smoke goes out, sadness —— Okita Souji —— Qingluan soars, Haofeng lends me a sad song of Qingyun, and Zeng Sansheng wishes the bamboo treasure piano to play empty, as clear as snow, the sleeves are fragrant and flying, and the white clothes are fluttering. Don't be surprised, don't be confused in a crisis-kurama-the water is light green and blue, and it is difficult for teenagers to find a cloud. Bridled eyebrows have a wisp of incense as bones, while ice jade has strong muscles and sake, and there are many tears. He never complained about his love, and his lovesickness became empty. If the ceremony is alienated, how many winds have passed after ten years of meeting the kite alliance? When he draws his sword, he will be very disappointed and then die. Affectionate miss-fei cun Shin Kuhn-romantic sadness, there is naturally a kind of infatuation of love in the world. In the red light, there are no inclined frosted dust and sand, swords and snow spears, hibiscus, silent white bones enchanting in the green hills, cold moonlight in the yellow sand, fading grass at dusk, fragrant roses in four souls, pollution from beautiful people's powder beads, and cold rain and dew. Chess has a soul. Sandalwood is warm and moist when touched with fingers. In the candlelight, you are full of deep hatred for peacetime. Fenglin Sanskrit Cantata turned to soothe the cold robe sleeves. Peach blossom fan dyeing is absolutely beautiful. In the end, it's all illusory, the music is still scattered, and the old friend is still there. The Milky Way is light-FujiwaraNosai-the flute is moving, and the apricot blossoms are light and fragrant. You should feel the cold moonlight, and the past is like a dream. Although you are here, you are surprised. Fishermen in ancient and modern times sang crimson eyes at night, books were full of brocade, and their hearts fainted with the west wind. Little rustling blows tears and cloves are sad. Smoke is endless, and sorrow is dark. Lin's companion said that in a previous life, Luo's socks were dusty, while the flower dock was bleak-cool Lapika-blue clouds, flying freely from the smoky hubbub, regardless of the wind, never meeting each other. Come and stop, look at the Yunpu in Jiaoxia Town, the sounds of nature and water, and the fine theory of plain color Gankun brew tea. In fact, the immortal is smug, affectionate and old, and ridiculous people are depressed, dreaming, singing and sake. Dancing around the waist, is it a lonely terrace with withered frost, sleeping in an idle building, not raining-Pu Xian is a real person-making the shadow of flowers, the sound of running water is hard to remember, breaking Feng Mingyong and falling red should be full of beautiful people's fantasies. After many years, it seems like a lifetime ago, flowers are white, and they are not necessarily woven with romantic moments. Drunk for who? Who are you awake for? Half-curtain fragrant velvet, cuckoos crow and admire Yan, Duke of Zhou lingers-Kuzuki Kakyo-the water is pale and blue, and it is difficult for teenagers to find clouds. Bridled eyebrows have a wisp of fragrance like bone, but Kethleen has a half-winter anxiety, frequent tears, no resentment in the golden wind, and empty lovesickness. If Li Meng is blue and alienated, he will meet the kite alliance for ten years and he will be very disappointed.