Year:? Don? Author:? Lu guimeng
Leaning against the wall makes the poor family look not poor. Although Fang Fei, a foreigner, smiles,
It contains thorns and wants to hurt people. The fragrance is often blown far away, and the neighbors can be seen crazy.
The guests came to a place to play, one sunny day and the other sunny day.
Wild rose.
Year:? Don? Author:? Du Mu
The leaves are soft, and the rain is fine and fragrant.
The brocade barrier of Shijia is still there, but it was not closed at night because of the wind.
Red Rosa multiflora
Year:? Song? Author:? Fang Hui
Guisha fights in spring, and rose is more spiritual.
Although the face looks beautiful with a smile, it is covered with thorns.
Crossing the river, clouds and roses bloom, thanks.
Year:? Song? Author:? Xiaoyunzhi
The roses are blooming, the chill is getting less and less, and the porch is leaning against the sunny sand. I was worried first, and then I heard that the new fisherman had fallen. Wandering and standing, like Yu Di and San Nong Zhao Hua. Spring is long, whoever writes secretly will play with the crow. Howling poems are still cherished, and the wine is on the high side, recalling the South Tower Moon. Once * * * music, together, candle shadow screen window. I know where the farmer's fragrance is, but I forget it. Empty and melancholy, no one picks apples.
Wild rose.
Year:? Don? Author:? Yvonne Lu
The brocade lanterns are drunk and the green leaves are thick.
Don't take beautiful women off the shelf, lest the red film fall when it hurts.