Die Hua Lian Shang Zhao Si Qin nationality
There is not much joy at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road.
In order to report a good spring this year. Flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms.
Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like a person getting old.
Iris, warm rain, sunny wind, first freezing
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. At first, it was freezing, and my eyes were full of plum blossoms. I felt the heart of spring.
Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix.
There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
The dead Hua Lian tears wet Se's powder man.
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian.
The humanity mountain is long and broken, and the rain smells loneliness.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow.
It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east.