Sentimental poems: The shameful sun covers Luo Xiu. Bian water flow, Si water flow, flowing to the ancient ferry of Guazhou, Wushan is a little sad. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building under the bright moon.
Betting on books made the scent of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.
Being a bitch is a universal truth, and you and I are just one of them.
When the wind suddenly picks up, it blows a pool of spring water. In the path where the mandarin ducks are fragrant, I stroke the red apricot pistils with my hands. The fighting duck leans alone on the railing, and the jasper scratches its head and falls sideways. I look forward to seeing you all day long, raising my head to hear the joy of magpies
Thousands of maple leaves cover thousands of branches, and the river bridges cover the late evening sails. Recalling the king's heart is like the water of the West River, flowing eastward day and night without rest
The princes, princes and grandsons are chasing after you, and the green beads are dripping with tears on the scarves. As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang became a passerby.
As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, Xiao Lang became a passerby.
Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will still flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.
The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
Driving is easy, except for the newcomers!
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people
The forest flowers withered the spring red, it was too hasty, and the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last? It is true that life grows and hates water.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
Young people don’t know the feeling of sadness and fall in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now I know all the sadness, and I want to say goodbye, but I want to say goodbye, but I say it's been a cool autumn.
He joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of eighty. (I couldn't help crying when I saw it.)
After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
With four machines, the mandarin ducks want to fly together, but unfortunately the old man turns gray first.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. Don't have the ordinary feeling in my heart
I am ashamed of the sun and cover my sleeves, and I am too lazy to put on my makeup in spring. It is easy to find priceless treasures, but it is rare to find a lover. Tears are shed on the pillow, and the heart is broken among the flowers.
Why should I hate Wang Chang when I can get a glimpse of Song Yu?