Ji Feng Golden Mud Belt,
Long Yu Zhang Shu.
Walking under the window, smiling and supporting each other,
Love "when thrush goes deep"
Picked up a pen and hugged for a long time.
Draw a picture and try.
Laziness hinders embroidery.
Laughing, he asked, "How does Yuanyang make a book?"
On the eve of the government examination, Zhang said to his secretary, "The red candle stopped in the bridal chamber last night.
Pay tribute to your aunt in front of the Dawn Hall.
Makeup whispered to her husband:
Is thrush deep and fashionable? "Also calculate.