Poems about handsome men

Poems about handsome men

You are better than Zijian, and you look like Pan An.

The wind is rustling and the water is cool, and the strong man is gone forever.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Looking back and smiling, the makeup of the sixth house faded.

Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.

The color of a gentleman is not lewd, and the romance is not obscene.

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.

Pull out the mountains and rivers and die.

Better be a centurion than a scholar.

Being a man at night is as far away as the independence of the mountain. Drunk as a jade landslide.

Broad-minded, invincible. The words are grand, and the ambition of Lingyun is spit out. The heart is heroic, like a lion shaking the sky and descending from the clouds. Strong muscles and bones, such as shaking and moving, sitting on the seat.

A pear flower beats Haitang, and a tree beats Pan An in symmetry.

A pair of eyes shot at the cold star, and two curved eyebrows were muddy as paint.

If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.

My husband's life was full of achievements and fame, which comforted my life. I'll get drunk, I'll get drunk!

Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times.