Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.
"Hui Huan" goes to the west wing without words, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.
Outside the postal booth of Lu You's "Bu Operator", near the broken bridge, it blooms lonely, but no one cares. Every day when the sun goes down, there will always be lonely worries in my heart, especially when it is windy and rainy. Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. It's dusk. I'm alone, and it's stormy.
Mao Zedong's poems, not Yongmei.
Wind and rain send spring home,
Flying snow welcomes the spring.
It's already a cliff full of ice,
There are still beautiful flowers.
Joe doesn't fight for spring,
Only spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
She laughed in the bushes.