The drizzle and oblique wind made Han Xiao. Light smoke clears the beach. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
People who come to the river often only love perches.
The jade color is even when rubbing hands.
Blue oil is tender yellow.
Do you know the weight of sleeping at night in spring?
Crush a beautiful woman and embrace gold with her arms.
Honey wine song
The real pearl is marrow jade, and Fu Tian sweats in June.
It's better to make incense out of the urn in spring, and the bees will work as rice.
One day, a small boiling fish spat, and the other day, it became bright.
On the third day, the urn smells all over the city, so there is no need to dial the silver bottle.
A bucket of money is thick and silent, and the dew is slightly turbid.
Don't you see that the flowers in the South Garden are like rain, Mr. Drunk.
Mr. Wang has been poor for several years. He asks people what they get from begging.
Everything in the world is so long that bees beat the supervisor.
The first time I went to Tang 'an, I cooked glutinous rice and carved Hu Mei. As big as amaranth, as white as jade, slippery, and fragrant all over the room.