Huayang watched the peach blossoms, recruited Li Liu to pick up the remains, drank the Tang Bai Juyi Huayang peach blossom hair, and knew all about wine.
Fighting for patience, being drunk is different, and the day after tomorrow is empty.
Xiazhai village South Peach Blossom Pond Baijuyi Village is full of peach blossoms, and I come alone.
The wind blows red all over the ground at dusk, and no one cares who opens it.
Feeling the sadness of the moon, the deceased Tang Juyi had a sense of survival, and the moonlight was like in previous years.
The place where we used to watch the moon together was under the cherry tree in front of the back hall.
I cherish the peach blossom forbidden at night because I am pregnant with money. The day before yesterday, Tang Juyi came back, full of flowers, and I stayed in the air tonight.
Sit down and cherish the remnants of Fang Jun. The wind is blowing in the moonlight.
Pomegranate soup Li Shangyin's pomegranate branches are graceful and colorful. The pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh and tender.
Can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, with a thousand years of red cheeks.
Small Peach Blossom Garden Tang Shangyin went to the small peach blossom garden, but he didn't stop.