I am suspicious when I smell the flowers, but I don't know outside the curtain. Han Xiao's dream was reborn, and he looked at the fragrance on the road. There is a taste of the west wind in the world, and Ling Bo lives in a collection of poems. The canoe cut off some troubles, but who will pay the bill? ?
Magnolia. Yiren Tianya? Author: Khufu?
A long story is hard to find, and flowers are not fragrant. Remember to leave shyly and ask: When will I be your bride? ? Mo Wen is different, so don't hate it. I want to laugh like yesterday, when the Iraqi people were heartbroken. ?
Magnolia? Author: Xiao night?
The bright moon is like mirror frost. Where is my home? No one knocks the rhyme outside the curtain, and there are ghosts on the wild side of Qionghua. ? It's hard to tell dusk in the sound of cuckoos, sleeping secretly and smoking in dreams. Who holds the happy period, who pays for the bitter years, the stars are scattered and fall at the foot of Junshan Mountain. ?
Magnolia? Author: Xiao night?
Several rounds of acacia are always difficult to round, and the city is endless. When night falls around dusk, the old photos will be taken. Who will hold the sadness? ? I was determined by my horse in my last life, and I was thinking about saving face when I was idle tonight. Sweep away the smoke and dust, people are fading, and the dream curtain hangs in the depths of the painting screen. ?
Magnolia? Author: wine hurts into a dream?
What should be done has been done, and you are still dancing in the wind with faint colors? Reject the stage of the game? You don't pretend, you don't want to compete for fame and fortune. It blooms there and withers there. Is this your ordinary life? Sometimes there is strong wind, sometimes there is heavy rain. Do you still drive naturally and gracefully with your weak body? That refined elegance will shake my heart again. Facing your pure and traceless fragrance, who can stop my inner restlessness? Stay by your side, waiting for the beauty that can't be left? One day the flowers will wither and the heart will wither, leaving only the waiting heart broken.
Magnolia era: Song? Author: Ouyang Xiu?
I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, rich water and heavy fish. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
Magnolia in Qian's works?
The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore. When does the Populus euphratica stop? Tears and sadness are broken first. Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises. I used to hate Fang Zun, but today I'm afraid of shallowness.