A poem that begins with the word "yesterday"

Wang Anguo qingpingle

How can spring not be left blank, so that orioles can keep singing. The flowers on the ground died again, and the color of the ghosting was originally dyed by his wind and rain in Nanyuan last night. Miss Lian Xiao had just finished playing the pipa, and at dawn, her thoughts lingered in the sky. Refuse to draw Zhu Hu, there is no pear in the spring breeze.

Silkworm girl

I went to town yesterday and came back with tears in my eyes. Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.

Drunk whip (Zhenggong)

Double butterfly embroidered skirt. Dongchi banquet. First meeting. The vermicelli is not deep and uneven. Idle flowers touch spring.

Look around. All right. Human nature. Waist. Yesterday, the mountains were confused. When I came, my clothes were all on the cloud.

Flower offender

Small graceful, clear lead element ytterbium, bee yellow secretly dizzy, cui qiao pressure on her sideburns. It was cold in the atrium last night, and we knew each other under the moon. Sleep is more bitter and the wind is stronger. I was shocked and changed my mind, but I still sent Xiaose and a pot of chopped green onion to know that Huameng would be allowed.

It has become the fragrant Hunan and Hubei, the ancient road in Ling Bo and the ancient shore of the sea of clouds. There are shadows, Leng Xiang, frozen plums and Tibetan rhymes beside the museum.

Turning around the pillow, I saw the jade man hanging down. It is expected that the tsinghua pool Pavilion and the Taiwan Cup will be full.