John Doe Zheng Gu
Near the cold food, rain grass grows, two orioles sing green willows, warm play is full of smoke and weeds, and the product flow should be close to pheasants.
With the wind of wheat, Liu Yingdi. A line of egrets went up to the sky, the rain went over Caoqing Lake, and the flowers fell to Huangling Temple to sing.
Wait, is there a home to go back to? The window contains thousands of autumn snow in Xiling, and the wanderer smells that the sleeves are wet at first, and the beauty whispers.
Du Fu doesn't cry roast meat. Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship. Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.
The ruffled skirt is monochrome, and both sides of Rong Ying's face are open. Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.