Let's talk about it: the Qinhuai River is another decadent sound, and how many prostitutes laugh and swallow tears! It's all about making some fucking rouge money
The Committee is like a mountain, like a river: the mountain is colored from a distance, but the water is silent nearby.
There is a rickshaw, Yan Rushunhua.
Her hands are soft, her skin is solidified, her collar is like a salamander, her teeth are like rhinoceros, and a cicada's head is the eyebrow of a moth. She smiles and looks forward to the poem describing a dusty woman.
Peter is a man with a belt. He is a gentleman and a woman with curly hair.
Chen Houzhu, the flower in the back garden of Yushu
Li Yufang forest shelves, beautiful new clothes;
Yinghu couldn't get in at first, so he greeted with a smile.
Demon Ji's face is like a flower with dew, and Yushu Creek shines in the backyard;
Bloom's flowers don't last long, they are all in silence!
-Lulun
The residual makeup is light, the bun is open, and the smile reflects Julian's visit.
Pan Lang didn't dare to be hurried.
Since nepotism is concentric, you know the fragrance in the warm place.
I like to catch crazy people and ask questions, but I don't know how to use money for singing and dancing.
Prostitutes in Chen Yuanyuan in the late Ming Dynasty ~
Yuanyuanqu (Wu Qin Ye Wei)
Dinghu abandoned the world that day and defeated the enemy to take Yumenguan to Beijing. Mourning the six armies, rushing to the crown and anger is beautiful.
Beauty is not my love, but the thief died of famine. Electric anti-pornography towels will gather in Montenegro, and crying will meet relatives.
When we first met, we passed Tian Dou's house and danced with Hou Sang Men like flowers. Xu Jiangjiang is waiting for Ji Kong, waiting for the general's tanker.
Among the flowers in Suzhou, Luo Qi's fine print is round. Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king.
I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door.
When the oars in the horizontal pond fly away, where will the rich family take them home? At this moment, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes.
Smoked days are full of enthusiasm, and no one cherishes bright eyes and white teeth. Catch back to Yongxiang's house and teach the new voice to be crooked.
When the guests fly to the red sunset, who does a sad string appeal to? White is the smallest, pick flowers and branches and review them repeatedly.
Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way? I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes.
It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an. The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon.
Surrounded by green beads, crimson trees call out carved columns. If it weren't for the victory of all the brave men, would you have won the Emei horse?
The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock. The wax torch ushered in the battlefield, and the makeup was covered with red marks.
Specially recruited snare drums get on Qinchuan Road and Jinniu Road. Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset.
It is reported that Sapium sebiferum has a frost of 10 degree. The teacher who taught Qu Ji is still in pity, and the girl who plays Huansha remembers her peers.
The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix. Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers.
At that time, I was just tired of fame. A bead of sorrow, a mountain falling and a thin waist.
Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.
Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous. Should wives make a mountain out of a molehill? The hero is helpless and affectionate.
The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and a generation of red makeup shone with history. A poem describing a dusty woman
Don't you see, the pavilion baby began to stay in the mandarin duck, and Yue Nv as a flower is not enough. Birds sing in the dust of the incense trail, and the people in the gallery go green with moss.