Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky; I don't know the thickness of the earth without facing the abyss; You didn't know the greatness of learning until you heard Mr. Wang's last words.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Clusters of peach blossoms bloom by the river. Are they dark red or light red?
A glorious death is better than a shameful life. A taste of Xiantao is better than a basket of rotten apricots.
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness.
Sauvignon blanc is like a memory, and short acacia is endless.
If I had known it was so frustrating, I would have been the same.