Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent!
Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone!
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Master Wang Yuan of December Yao Folk Songs and Emotions.
Since walking, the distant mountains are faint and the water is more sparkling. Look at Liu Fei Juan, drunk peach blossom.
The fragrance of the cabinet is bursting, and the heavy door is covered by rain. I'm afraid dusk will be abrupt and dusk, so why not be ecstatic?
New tears overwhelm old ones, and heartbroken people remember heartbroken people. How thin is Chunxiang muscle this year? The bandwidth is three inches.
"Bodhisattva Man Flying Back to the Pond Rain" Tang Anonymous
When the rain returns to the pond, both of them are just mandarin ducks. The pond is full of brilliant wild flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance; Golden willows are blowing gently in the wind of spring rain.
A group of innocent, graceful and light-footed girls came out of the hut on the river bank. They danced and sang happily in twos and threes in the spring rain of the stream. Bright leading edge lights, light cloud powder makeup.