This bridge is straight. Lin Biao is far away and green is in sight. Outside the sunset, the sky is bright at night, and thousands of miles away is always a good color. The first cold spread all over Zeguo. Old people or guests. Fame, Yunfei, is three feet in the box.
Go back. The water faded the sand marks and the wind filled the sails. Perch used to be fat and delicious. Listening to the empty pavilion and the bamboo shadow on the ancient wall, I still remember this post when it is uneven. Along the north-south direction of the stream.
Sadness. Dark worries. Embroidery is burning incense, who is lonely. There is no end to pursuing grievances. I'm tired of listening to the flute next door. Outside the eaves, it rains at night, breaking and dripping.
2. Warrior Lan Ling Fu Yi and (Song) Xin Qiji
A ravine. Laozi's romantic career. Guiyunsong on the eaves of the hair, and the pulse spring teases the mountain. The previous thinking was wrong. Kill morning apes and night cranes. After all, there are many Deng Yu people, and splendid Ma Xia is sitting in the Yellow Pavilion.
Long song thoughtfully. Look at the sky, kites are flying and deep fish are jumping. The west wind blows in Huang Ju. Disappointed sunset, where is beauty, wearing Adu Ruo. I have an appointment with Jiang Hai.
Meet. It's hard to resist. Don't stand in front of the chin, the Dutch pass by and laugh their teeth off. When it comes to poverty, there is no need to doubt. Ancient sages and sages are happy to enter and retreat.
3, "Wang Linglin's Nest is Destroyed" (Qing) Chen Xun
Near cold food. South and north of Yanshui village. Watching the sunset, watching the flowers on the bridge, meeting the guests in the season. The temple of the neighbor Weng has long since turned white. I used to know. Ordinary driveway Floating objects, wind and rain, eaves and characters are separated from each other.
Berry beam is black. But it's vaguely stuck to the ground, which is very messy. He who holds the dirt will know his own strength. I lost my life experience, my flowers rose and fell, and I couldn't dream any more. The window of the broken soul network is black.
Extremely worried. Very quiet. Gradually, the willow tree becomes spring and the pear tree becomes autumn. Thinking about service. Ask outside the dance shadow lamp, looking forward to the wave curtain gap. Go next year, live and live, how can I remember.