Bamboo is in the water, and flowers are in the shade of cliffs. Take his virginity as a gentleman's heart.
Chunyang is not self-flattering, and the dew is deep for a long time. ChristianRandPhillips once played the pipa, looking forward to enlightenment.
Cold bamboo article fu ruojin
Cold bamboo depends on the stream, and stone grows. Because of the thick ground, yuan zai is produced.
Spring is full of beautiful scenery, brilliant branches and leaves, and the fragrance of the year worries me.
Sadness becomes sharp, and fear of shaking the dust. Lengao is suitable for differences, but it is too late to regret it.
The shadow of the strange garden has not stopped, and the valley sounds sad. Gentlemen fall in love and cherish the sea of clouds.
The nature of bamboo is that it dare not move, and people dare not change.
Zhu Yong
fang zhimin
The snow pressed the bamboo head very low, trying to make itself muddy.
Judging from a red sun, it is still in harmony with the sky.
Zhu Liguan Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming, and my voice was too low for anyone to hear except my partner Mingyue.
Pei Di Zhuliguan
I've been to Julie's Pavilion and have a blind date with Taoism. I am just a mountain bird, and there is no one in the world.
Li Bai, a kind old bamboo slip
There is Cimu Mountain in the north of dangtu county. The accumulated stones overlook the river, and the shore wall is steep and stormy.
Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme.
Wild bamboo is full of rocks, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. Emerald is dark in color, and the virtual vocal cords are cool early.
Long Yin has never been heard, but Qu Feng should be played very well. If you don't learn from Liu Pu, you will always protect yourself.
Hotels in Yan Zheng sing bamboo and Du Fu.
Green bamboo is half full of reeds, and new shoots come out of the wall.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean and the wind blew well. But there is no cutting, so I will encounter clouds.
Liu Zongyuan, Kuzhu Qiaoyuan.
The dangerous bridge belongs to a secluded path, which is filled with air and penetrates the sparse forest. Divide the hardships, be modest, and overlook the trickle.
Listen to Mix's songs. It rains in the pool and birds sing in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.
Zhu Deyu
Wild bamboo has its own path, more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs were covered by layers, and the bleak reflected the clear canal.
See Lin Jing at sunset, and the valley is empty. There are few old friends at home, who wants to cook fish?
Yuan Zhen Xin Zhu
Cool colors are in full bloom, Ran Ran is floating powder, and rustling gradually attracts the wind.
Sunny and sparse, but it does not form a cluster. Only the reunion festival has the same size of firmness.
Bai Juyi, a newly planted bamboo.
If you are not at ease with the city, you will plant grass in autumn behind closed doors. Why do you want to entertain in the wild and plant more than 100 stems of bamboo?
Seeing this excitement reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes I walk around the fence all day after work.
Don't say that the roots are not solid, and don't say that the yin is unsuccessful. I feel that the signs in the yard are very clear.
I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches.
2. A five-character poem describing bamboo: Gao Zhu is in the water, Yu Ji Gao Zhu is in the water, and flowers are in the shade.
Being a virgin is a gentleman's heart. Chunyang didn't cut her own throat. It was already exposed.
ChristianRandPhillips used to play her musical instrument, and she looked down at Cang Wucen. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin cold bamboo shines like a stream, and the stone is born.
Because the land is thick, the scenery is sprinkled in spring, and the branches and leaves are brilliant. And Zifang's age worries me every time.
Sudden sorrow and change, fear of dust. Lengao is suitable for differences. It's a pity to be late.
The shadow of strange fate has not stopped, and the sound of solving the valley is worrying. A gentleman is a lover, with a deep sea of clouds.
Bamboo dares to move, but people dare not change. I am willing to say that closing the factory will not hurt the firewood.
The snow in Fang Zhimin pressed the bamboo head very low, and he wanted to make himself muddy. After a red sun, he is still integrated with the sky. Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Julie Pavilion Pei Di has been to Julie Pavilion to have a blind date with Taoism.
There are only birds in and out of the mountain, but no one on earth. Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are stones and rivers, the shore wall is steep and the wind and waves are rough.
Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute tube with sound and tone. Wild bamboos accumulate stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang.
The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well.
Don't learn from the willow tree, always protect yourself. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall.
The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Liu Zongyuan's dangerous bridge, Gong Xunyuan's Wu Yong Kuzhu Bridge, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest.
Share hardships and be humble. Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains.
Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.
Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly.
Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. With few family and friends, who wants to cook fish?
The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind.
It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size.
The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos.
Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day.
Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard.
I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Enjoy people playing with snow peaches. After the south spring rain, look at the snow frost.
All kinds of people are also in the fog, modest and self-sustaining Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.
You can enjoy it when you are old, and you will be amazing when you are young. Guo Tong's staff shot bamboo Liu Changqing in front of Huainan Provincial Government Office, where Liang Wang Garden was originally planted, and now it is moved to the altar of Han General.
The cage is low and the crown is high. It's hard to get the land, but it's hard to remove the roots and frost.
Flowers become a phoenix, and bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods. The army is quiet and the small county is spacious.
Whispering and dusk, the shadows on the door are cold. When Xiangpu changed, Yang Shan was disabled in several places.
I don't know the porch screen side, facing Yuan An at the end of the year. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and I have forged a lifelong friendship with Ersanzi.
Be ambitious, come through thick and thin, and have a bird heart. Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest.
Da is interested in wine and occasionally plays the piano. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo shoots are becoming increasingly clear.
The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family.
The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate.
At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows.
Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green.
The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud.
If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? On the bamboo in front of Zhengchang Shili Hall, Jia Daoqing's bamboo is in the poem wine, and he meditates endlessly.
The branches are scattered with low snow, and the leaves are covered with sub-cold wind. Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed, but he has the same way.
Roots are invaded and unearthed, and bamboo shoots next door are clustered. Outside the screen window, the sound-clearing room is in the middle.
See the shutter all day long, and the pillow is the same for several years. Wan Qing sings the prince, and Qian Gong accompanies Ruan Gong.
Expose the pity film, and the rain will love it. Jiegu is quite Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong.
He Ruxuan is on the edge of the threshold, and the sky is clear. Song Qi, a bamboo tree, is different from others by pruning its tips, but refuses to pick them.
There is a straight day, but there is no empty heart. Zizhu Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest of Mei, and its color is different from green.
Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix. Move from a thousand miles, not into a valley.
I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo. One day is indispensable, and chic is always in sight.
The snow and frost confessed, and Ke Ye did not change his mind. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valley.
There are bamboos in Qujiang, Lv Tao, Zhu Jin. The color is dark yellow. People in the village look at Zhu Jin. Xiuzhu is lovely and in a golden situation.
Heaven and earth are in harmony, and frost and snow are strong. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest.
Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to repair bamboo, and they were chic in Youxuan.
Strong sense of rhythm, clear and not vulgar voice. The spring war is trivial, and the autumn wind shakes dry.
Who knows Wei Chuanfu, a thousand acres can be crowned. No matter who says you are poor, use bamboo.
Yinggu has thousands of shots and never had a song. Huang Tingjian, who grows bamboo with his teacher Hou, is hiding in this city. This gentleman is a true friend.
When the roots are gone, bamboo shoots are made. The painting dragon Gepi left and the wind blew.
The grass is barren and three paths are broken. See you at the end of the year. Hsinchu, Zhu, Chun Lei, and You Caoqi all happened.
I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted. Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity.
Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Poetry Xiong Wenyu 199 1 April Huaxia Bamboo Culture, which lasted for five thousand years. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are connected by bamboo everywhere.
Poetry, calligraphy and painting, bamboo slips. How many elegant gentlemen, love was sent to a quiet room.
Zhu Xi is six gentlemen and seven sages in the bamboo forest. Dongpo has three wonders, and Banqiao is more advanced.
Be upright, be ambitious, be open-minded and not selfish. Gloomy leaves will not wither after winter.
The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tough. The group has inherited bamboo style and studied bamboo for decades.
Amateur collection of poems and paintings, selected more than 10 thousand words. Promoting bamboo culture is highly respected by all countries.
I am also a bamboo lover, and meeting is fate. Talk about counting words and write bamboo poems with electricity.
Friend Liang Tiejun's "The Chivalrous Figure of Bamboo" (Qing Dynasty) Kang Youwei had a Lingyun Festival, but he was still self-sustaining. The north wind is often cold, and the autumn wind is inseparable.
The leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown. I am only bored with literature and can, and my portrayal is particularly dripping.
Preface to Bamboo Poetry Zhou Fangchun 199 1 lived for three and a half years on New Year's Day and sat quietly reading poems. Huaxia bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years.
Poetry is like a flood, so you can't read it carefully. Browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words.
Ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style. Modesty is nature, nobility is life.
If the mast is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner. Cool is clear yin, while cold is emerald.
Bamboo remains in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears. Food, clothing, housing and transportation.
3. Five-character poems about bamboo: Tall bamboo is in water, high bamboo is gathered in water, and flowers are in the shade of cliffs. A virgin is a gentleman's heart. Chunyang is not self-flattering, and the dew is long and deep. She used to play drums and sing, and she was disappointed to know Cen. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin, Yi Xi, why the stone was born. Because of the thick land, the children are born, and the spring sun scatters the scenery. But I'm afraid of being shocked by dust. It is right to be different when you are cold, and you don't regret being late. The shadows of the garden don't rest, and the valley is full of sorrow. Gentlemen fall in love and cherish the sea of clouds. The nature of bamboo dare not change, and neither do people. I would like to say that I planted after I died, and I don't want to hurt the firewood. I sing bamboo in Fang Zhimin, I want to get wet, and I have a blind date with the sun. There are only birds in the mountains, but no one on earth. Loving Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Loving Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where stones are piled up and overlooking the river. The bank wall is steep and the wind and waves are sharp. Bamboo produced in the mountains is round and sparse, which can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme. Wild bamboo is full of stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The green color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge hasn't heard of it. Phoenix songs have just come out of the wall to play well. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew fine fragrance. But there is no cut, so the clouds are long. Liu Zongyuan, the dangerous bridge of Kuzhu Bridge in Wu Yong, Gong Yuan, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest. This is a bitter festival, and it is easy. The desolate scenery reflects the clear canal. When you see Lin Jing at sunset, you usually know that the valley is empty. There are not many old friends at home, but who wants to cook the fish? Hsinchu Yuanzhen's new hairpin can only solve this problem, and the cool color is already green. Ran Ran floating condensed powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It is sparse and does not become a cluster. Only the reunion is the same size as the firmness. Newly planted.
4. Accumulate five or seven words about bamboo. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water heating duck prophet. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings. —— Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo by Wei County Department in Bao Bo's Great Year"
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. -Li Qiao "Wind"
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. -Gao Pian's "On Snow"
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. -Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. -Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
5. Poems about Bamboo House Wang Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo forest, and I play the piano and hum a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Julie Pavilion Pei Di has been to Julie Pavilion to have a blind date with Taoism.
There are only birds in and out of the mountain, but no one on earth. Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are stones and rivers, the shore wall is steep and the wind and waves are rough.
Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute tube with sound and tone. Wild bamboos accumulate stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang.
The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well.
Don't learn from the willow tree, always protect yourself. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall.
The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Liu Zongyuan's dangerous bridge, Gong Xunyuan's Wu Yong Kuzhu Bridge, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest.
Share hardships and be humble. Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains.
Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.
Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly.
Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. With few family and friends, who wants to cook fish?
The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind.
It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size.
The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos.
Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day.
Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard.
I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Enjoy people playing with snow peaches. After the south spring rain, look at the snow frost.
All kinds of people are also in the fog, modest and self-sustaining Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.
You can enjoy it when you are old, and you will be amazing when you are young. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and I have forged a lifelong friendship with Ersanzi.
Be ambitious, come through thick and thin, and have a bird heart. Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest.
Da is interested in wine and occasionally plays the piano. Qi Yiling lived in seclusion, and Li Sheyin and Guo Yishan were deep all the way.
Never addicted to things, he worked hard to move his family to the bamboo forest to make a fuss, which led to Li He and Ling Lun picking bamboo for twenty-four. Linglun received it from Kunqiu, and Xuanyuan imperial edict was divided into twelve parts.
Linglun used it to correct the melody, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust the vitality. At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven with 23 tubes of salt.
Only one pipe is left to blow, and nothing can be taken care of. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple. A friend of mine, Ting Jianwu, went to Xuanzhou to see that kind of jade. It seems that your home is full of Ting Zhu.
Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, they are cool and self-sufficient here. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo shoots are becoming increasingly clear.
The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family.
The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate.
At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows.
Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green.
The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud.
If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? When eating bamboo shoots for the first time, Li Shangyin's tender and fragrant buds came out of the forest first, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold.
Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart. On the bamboo in front of Zhengchang Shili Hall, Jia Daoqing's bamboo is in the poem wine, and he meditates endlessly.
The branches are scattered with low snow, and the leaves are covered with sub-cold wind. Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed, but he has the same way.
Roots are invaded and unearthed, and bamboo shoots next door are clustered. Outside the screen window, the sound-clearing room is in the middle.
See the shutter all day long, and the pillow is the same for several years. Wan Qing sings the prince, and Qian Gong accompanies Ruan Gong.
Expose the pity film, and the rain will love it. Jiegu is quite Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong.
He Ruxuan is on the edge of the threshold, and the sky is clear. Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, said that whoever planted hundreds of poles would rain, and the accompanying song was called Idle Official.
Don't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery. Stay alone and be afraid of the cold. The sound blows the piano bed to create elegance, and the shadow invades the chess game to help Qing Huan.
Even if the toilet is demolished next year, it will still be seen in the snow this winter. Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, making the court more cold and clean.
In summer, I am bored around, and there is a breeze to borrow from my neighbors. Chanting about Jinzhujiangtang, it was deserted all the way, and it was suspected to be a forest.
Those who are greedy for their husbands, or those who have railings, see gold and don't repair it. Song Qi, a bamboo tree, is different from others by pruning its tips, but refuses to pick them.
There is a straight day, but there is no empty heart. Zizhu Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest of Mei, and its color is different from green.
Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix. Move from a thousand miles, not into a valley.
I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo. One day is indispensable, and chic is always in sight.
The snow and frost confessed, and Ke Ye did not change his mind. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valley.
There are four pavilions in Huazang Academy dedicated to bamboo and Wang Anshi, with a long aftertaste. People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.
I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.
There are bamboos in Qujiang, Lv Tao, Zhu Jin. The color is dark yellow. People in the village look at Zhu Jin. Xiuzhu is lovely and in a golden situation.
Heaven and earth are in harmony, and frost and snow are strong. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest.
Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to repair bamboo, and they were chic in Youxuan.
Strong sense of rhythm, clear and not vulgar voice. The spring war is trivial, and the autumn wind shakes dry.
Who knows Wei Chuanfu, a thousand acres can be crowned. Zhu Yong Wei Xiang, this gentleman is firm and natural. How can he know that the demon flowers dominate the porch, the light frost does not fall, and the jade is flawless.
If you don't grow in spring, there will be many branches and leaves. Where there is land, there are big roots. Whoever recommends cutting the sound in the Qing Palace will surely get Jia Mu. Singing bamboo is the same as writing bamboo.
Sen cold, clean green. By the Xiangjiang River, Wei Shui Qu.
Curtain green brocade, spear jade. With an open mind, different plants and trees are more energetic than any wood.
Turn the dragon stick into the fairy valley and call the phoenix to sing the holy valley. Yuee towel net, wind girl Su.
Drinking in the forest breaks the shadow and shakes the gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the shade. Dr. Qu drove the pepper orchid away, and Mr. Tao came back to find Songju.
If the random movement is invincible to you, the natural and unrestrained posture is immoral to the servant. There are three bamboo poles in front of the window of the library, and the wind blows all over the yard.
Always in front of you, don't be tired of it, but it should be difficult to turn it into a dragon. No matter who says you are poor, use bamboo.
Yinggu has thousands of shots and never had a song. Huang Tingjian, who grows bamboo with his teacher Hou, is hiding in this city. This gentleman is a true friend.
When the roots are gone, bamboo shoots are made. The painting dragon Gepi left and the wind blew.
The grass is barren and three paths are broken. See you at the end of the year. Hsinchu Langgan, Hui Hong's books against the wall, suddenly planted Hsinchu in the forest.
Yesterday, Xiao Xuan gained territory, but it troubled jiayue to smash gold. Planting a Bamboo Pavilion Fan Chengda sweeps and publicizes this gentleman, and the green dust gives birth to smoke under the moon.
He is full of cool breeze. Don't forget to borrow Zhu Yizhai this year.