No need to cut off the red crown on your head, and walk into the future covered in snow-white. I dare not speak softly in my life, and thousands of doors will be opened at once.
The woman said that the rooster crows, and the scholar said that he is ignorant. Zixing looks at the night, and the stars sometimes die. The general will soar and fly, the duck and the wild goose.
Yi Yanjia, and Ziyi. It is better to drink wine and grow old together with your son. With the harp and harp at your disposal, it’s best to be quiet.
When a wise son comes, give him a miscellaneous pendant. If you know your son, please obey him, and ask him about it. If you know your son's kindness, you should repay him with miscellaneous gifts.
The rooster crows in the morning, and the crows are noisy in the evening. The one who doesn’t want to go to the world of mortals?
The road is long and the water is long, but all the fame lies in Chang'an Road.
You will be young today and old tomorrow. The mountains are still good; the people are haggard.
Drunk, long-sleeved dance, cock crow, short song, exciting and startling. There is still a new pavilion in Northwest China. The long sword of the thirty-six peaks is there, the stars are fighting, and they are majestic.
In ancient times, many heroes have merged with each other, and how can they become stars on their temples! If you are granted a title of marquis in the future, who will be the editor? There are tears on the fishing altar, the wind is strong and the rain is heavy.
The rooster is crowing, and the court is in full swing. The rooster crows, the sound of flies.
The east is bright and the dynasty is prosperous. The east is bright, the light of the moonrise.
When insects fly and die, I am willing to share my dream with my son. After meeting and returning home, there is no concubine to hate.
It's cold outside the window, the sky is about to dawn, the incense seal has turned to ashes, and I sit up without a thought. In the courtyard, tall trees and tall trees are standing in Cebu, and two magpies fly away in surprise when rolling up the curtain.
On the screen, Luo Yi is leisurely embroidering threads, and the feelings are reflected in Jiangnan Road. Night after night, my dream soul stops talking nonsense, knowing that the past is nowhere to be found.
The little slave tied up the chicken to sell to the market, but the chicken was tied up and started to fight with each other.
The family hates chickens and eats insects and ants, but they don’t know that the chickens are still cooked when they are sold.
Insects and chickens are no different to humans. I scold slaves to free them from their bondage.
When all is lost, pay attention to Hanjiang Yishan Pavilion.
You don’t need to be literate to give birth to a child. Fighting cocks and running horses is better than reading.
The Jia family is thirteen years old, and its wealth and prosperity are inferior to those of its predecessors.
It can make the golden distance between victory and defeat, and the white Luo embroidered shirt will follow the soft horse.
My father died thousands of miles away from Chang'an, and I sent my husband to carry the funeral car.
When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white
The neighboring chicken does not care about the pain of separation, but still urges people to leave. Looking back at Gaocheng’s news. Shuangqiao Yueguan and Shuicun Yanshi are always places where I miss you.
The swallows in the sleeves of the robe are left behind to support the rain, leaving nothing but a thousand strands of sorrow. If you want to return home, you will be rewarded. Hongfei can't live, leaning on the wall and speechless, independent for a long time.
The star of desire in the East is dying, and the morning rooster in Runan comes to the altar to call.
The end of the song is full of details, and the sky is dark when the moon is gone and the stars are scarce.
Thousands of households are handed fish keys, and magpies are flying on the palace city.
My life is mediocre, the chicken is gone, and the boy is restless. Every family has a spare pot and stove, so they can cook whatever they want. The one who cooked the soup put three pieces of fire on him, and the one who cooked the stir-fry helped him with a handful of pepper, which saved me from being the host. No need to announce the dawn all day long, sleep until the sun is high.
Mo Xiao’s farmer’s wine is thick with wax and wine. During the good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for guests.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if I am allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, I will knock on the door all the time and night with my stick.
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream, the sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless, and the rain is whispering at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair.
An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet.
The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums.