My mind is full of poems and books.
Source:
Stone died with Dong.
Thick cloth wrapped his career, and his stomach was full of poetry and self-loathing. With the old Confucian cooking gourd leaves, he was forced to set foot on the Sophora japonica capsule with his son, but he didn't find a spring horse. His eyes wandered around and looked at her husband's car and proudly boasted about the world. He wrote a letter to Sun Wong in crow-wet words.
A moment in spring is worth a thousand dollars.
Source:
Stone of Spring Night
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy.
Drink today, when you can ―― enjoy it.
Source:
"Self-Dispatch" Don Luo Yin
If you win, you lose, and if you are sad, you will grow. If you are drunk today, you will worry about tomorrow.
If life is like the first time.
Source:
The word "magnolia" is intended to attack the "friends of Cambodia" in Qingnalan.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. When it becomes so popular, but so popular, it is easy to change people's minds. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it is predestined to meet thousands of miles away.
Source:
Zeng, Hangzhou folk poetry collection
People are fascinated by ugly colors. In the eyes of lovers, beauty is destined to meet thousands of miles away, and San Xiao is a white fool.
Words are not surprising and die endlessly.
Source:
On the Value of Water in Tang Du Fu's The River is Like the Sea
For the sake of humanity, I will live well, and my words will not be amazing. I will die forever, my poems will be muddy, and flowers and birds will not be deeply worried in spring.
Stole for a long time.
Source:
Tanglishe, a monk's house in Tihelin Temple
I was drunk all day, and suddenly I heard that I was trying to climb the mountain in spring. I stole a long time because I was chatting with monks in the bamboo yard.
The city is full of golden flowers.
Source:
Don Huang Chao's The Last Happiness
Until September 8th, Qiu Lai, after I bloom, the flowers will kill Chang 'an, and the whole city will be covered with golden flowers.