Phoenix seeks phoenix, and piano songs have beauty. I'll never forget them. I'm going crazy if I don't see them one day.
Li Bai's 357 words entered my lovesick door, knowing that my lovesick is bitter, long and short.
Yuan Zhen's five thoughts, the fourth is that the sea is difficult for water, and it will always be amber.
Cao Zhi's tall building on the bright moon, if you raise the road dust, if you muddy the cement and float and sink in different directions, when can we meet harmoniously?
The desolation and parting of Nalanxingde corn poppy should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the bright moon and bright future.
Zhu Zhi's Acacia under the Tree says "Acacia", but Silang hates Mandy.
I'm a thousand years old. I can't take it easy. My heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
One of Huang Jingren's two poems goes like this: This star was not last night, but for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night.
Zhang Kejiu Saihong Autumn Beast Furnace sank in water and smoke, and pieces of green marsh flowers were written into acacia stories line by line.
Wen Wei added a new voice. Yang Liuzhi linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know Acacia?
Cao Xueqin's lifelong misunderstanding is that marriage is good. I only saw the alliance between wood and stone. I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.