Clouds in the sky disperse, and frogs across the lane are even more unreal.
The pillow is light and cold, and it rains outside the window.
Yingying cries for whom, and Xiaohua is worried for me.
Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand laughing often.
Summer nights are the best.
Tired embroiderers dream long, and golden cage parrots call tea soup.
The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer moon opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance.
Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool.
Shuige moved everywhere, and the curtain rolled up for the evening makeup Zhu Lou.
Autumn night is the most beautiful.
There is no noise in crimson Yun Xuan, and osmanthus streamers soak the yarn.
The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow.
I carried the maids to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold went back to Cui Hua.
I can't sleep at night because of thirst for wine, so I can make tea again with heavy smoke.
Winter nights are the best.
It's late at night, and Brocade is still awake.
Songying saw only a courtyard crane, and the pear flower could not hear the warbler everywhere.
Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light.
However, I like to wait on my son to taste tea and sweep the new snow in time to cook.
Make-up in the morning and embroider at night. I hate the breeze on the moon.
The nose is as bold as a gallbladder, the eyebrows are long, and the eyes are like stars.
There is no trace of mango shoes, and there is a sore in pickles.
One foot high and one foot low, covered in water and mud.
If you meet, ask where your home is, but it's west of Penglai.
The sky is free, and my heart is not happy or sad.
However, after practicing channeling, he sought right and wrong from the world.
Powder stains and oil stains pollute Baoduang, and Yuanyang is sleepy day and night.
You must wake up after a deep dream, and your mistakes will be repaid!
The flower soul is silent, and the bird dreams.
Every son is talented and beautiful, and he should be happy in the world. He holds a delicate fragrance alone and gives birth to an embroidered boudoir.
Still sobbing, birds are flying all over the ground.
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, people will not tend to go to empty nests.
360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,
When can I be aboveboard? Once I wander, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, which suffocates the people who bury flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.
The blue light shone on the wall and people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of being wordless.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
There is no material to fill the sky, and you will waste your time in the world of mortals.
The paper is full of absurd words and bitter tears!
Dou Yun's author is crazy, who can understand the taste?
Spoil, I laugh at your stupidity, and the flowers are full of snow.
Not knowing your wishes often increases your sadness for a period of time.
When bored, close your forehead and go back several times.
Who cares about romantic affairs?
Three days and five days of reunion, the jade fence is clear.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, but their fame is unforgettable!
Where will the past and present be? A pile of grass disappeared from the abandoned grave.
Everyone knows that the fairy is good, but gold and silver can't forget it!
In the end, the DPRK only hated gathering but not much until it closed its eyes for a long time.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only a good wife can forget them!
You said hello on your birthday, and you died with others.
Everyone knows that immortals are good, and only children and grandchildren can't forget them!
Winning or losing a game is not true, and selling tea is still a pleasure. If you want to know the omen of the next rise and fall, you must ask someone who looks on coldly.
Looking for sadness and hatred for no reason sometimes seems crazy. Even if you were born in a good skin, you will still be in your stomach.
It turned out that he was careless, down and out, ignorant, afraid of reading articles and lonely.
Sexual perversion, that tube slander the world!
Being rich does not know happiness, but being poor is miserable. The poor live up to their wealth and have no hope of settling down in the countryside. The world is incompetent and corrupt.
Nobody likes you. Send a message to Wanhe: Don't affect this shape!
Spring dreams disappear with the clouds, and flying flowers chase water.
Thick soil and high sky, I can sigh the endless feelings of ancient and modern times,
Finding someone to marry, poor romantic debts are hard to pay.
Spring hates autumn and worries about self-immolation. Who is beautiful?
The moon is hard to meet, and the clouds are easy to disperse. My heart is higher than the sky, and I am a humble person. I'm smart and romantic.
Attract people's disgust. Long life is full of slander, and sentimental children miss you empty.
Warm in vain, empty clouds like osmanthus,
Envy of the actress is a blessing, and the son has no chance.
Lotus root is fragrant one by one, and life is really painful.
Since the birth of the orphan tree in the two places, the sweet soul has returned to its hometown.
It's a pity to stop working, but it's a pity to praise talents.
The jade belt hangs in the forest and is buried in the snow.
In the past 20 years, I have distinguished right from wrong, and I have a bright future.
Three springs compete for the early spring scenery, and tigers meet and dream of returning to their hometown.
I was born in the last days, and my luck was biased. Seeing the river on a sunny day, the east wind dreams far away.
What is wealth? Parents were disobedient when they were babies.
The Xiangjiang River will die in Chu Yunfei.
If you want to be clean, you will never be clean, and the clouds may not be empty.
Poor Xiaoyu finally got stuck in the mud.
My son is a Zhongshan wolf. If he succeeds, he will be crazy.
It takes a long time to go to Huang Liang.
It can be seen that the spring scenery is not long, and the clothes have been replaced with the makeup of the year before.
Poor embroidered maid, lying alone beside the ancient Buddha in Deng Qing.
All the birds from the last days know that they love this life.
Obeying two orders, all three people froze, and crying to Jinling was even more sad.
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