Brocade, spring girl, red curtain porch window. The moon is thin and the clouds are light, the flowers are deep and the willows are dark, and it is dusk. The incense dust disappears, and the green grass and red cherry blossoms are seen in the distance. On a clear night in Chu, the jade whip went straight to Xia Yan Road, and Yingying whispered, looking at the rain on Wushan Mountain.
Dream of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, and never meeting the people who left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded. If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
Before the independence stage, the stars and the moon were bright and the curtain was bright. Frost trees have empty branches, and lilacs are heartbroken. It's cold in the middle of the night. I hate it and never rest. Two jade chopsticks are for you to hang. Who said this night?
Yulu, Goldwind and Woods, Silver and Han all went to black heart. Thin clouds meet the sky, reflecting water and spearmint. From lifting the ruler twice, Wushan Youquan met. Jathyapple's weaver girl is empty, and the cowherd is in the spring.
The shade is thick and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond. The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard were fragrant.
The shade is thick and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond. The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard were fragrant.
Sweet fog and empty moon turn to the corridor, and tonight is a dream. When the bright moon is in the sky, it is easy to cross the clouds and water, and acacia stops asking complaints. I'm afraid I fell in love with the dream of spring, so I lit a tall candle and put on red makeup!
Extremely cold, gentle wind, apricot blossom, snow pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.
Wu Ti's dream was shattered overnight, and he felt lonely and Han Xiao. Hand in hand singing the wind blowing the shadows on the temples, poor cold carved columns!
Autumn is cloudy and sunny, and it becomes chilly. Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds. The deeper people go to silence, but according to the wall, the fragrance, fog and empty moon turn to the corridor, and tonight's dream is safe. When the bright moon is in the sky, it is easy to cross the clouds and water, and acacia stops asking complaints. I'm afraid I fell in love with the dream of spring, so I lit a tall candle and put on red makeup!
Better increase friends to help, not domestic slaves!
Measure China's material resources and win the favor of the country.
Exhausted, and finally a child. The poor inherit the wind.
After that, women can't know the state affairs in advance. This violates North Korea's family law and must be strictly restricted. In particular, we must guard against it and not let eunuchs abuse their power. Everything in the late Ming Dynasty can be Yin Jian!
You can go to war, but you must never fire first, so as not to lose population.