Ling Bo Hewson flew away, looking like a wanderer, limping and his socks were all gray.
Storms in Yue Ling enchanted nut horns, and the moon dew sweetened cinnamon leaves.
I cried for you and left forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found that the ink was too light.
Silence used to be the fragrance of loneliness. How far can pomegranate flowers whisper? .
Frost flies late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
The winding path is secluded, colorful, not fragrant or greasy.
Su Qiu is far away from books and dreams are long, only an empty bed is for Su Qiu.
Smoke fills the air and stirs up fog. Every time I say it, a thousand things fall.
Purple singers go to Zitai to enter the castle in autumn, and the soldiers smell songs at night.
Yinger hesitated in the jagged waves, but she couldn't help crossing a strange road.
Two flowers are charming opposites, just children of the old family.
Red is afraid of carrying wine again, red is half down, lying in the wind and rain.
There are better poems.
If the relationship between Qin Guan and Queqiaoxian is long, it will not last.
Li Bai's 357 words miss you. When did you know? At this point, the night is awkward.
Xu Gan's room is full of imperial thoughts, and the mirror is dark and hopeless. Thinking of you like running water, why are you poor?
Zhang Xian's heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Xu Zaisi won't miss you all his life, but he will miss you and hurt you.
Anonymous Book of Songs? Tang style? Until now, I met this lover.
Kuang Zhouyi reduced the word Huanxisha. He was born infatuated, and there is no room for lovesickness in the world.
Li Zhiyi's diviner only wants you to be like me, not lovesick.
I wish I were like a star, like a moon, shining every night.
Gu Zhen's confession, in exchange for my heart, in exchange for your heart, I will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Bai Juyi hates waves rather than believing in them, and Acacia begins to feel that the sea is not deep.
Wen, linglong dice and An Hongdou, do you know how much you missed?
One of Yan's three poems, "Partridges in the Sky", after parting, I recalled meeting you and shared several dreams with you.
Lu Tong thought about it all night and suddenly went to the window, suspecting that it was you.
Yan's three prime ministers think of songs, and the second one is wordless, so don't waste your tears on tidbits.
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
Come on, I hope it will help you! ! !