Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
Xiangsi Wang Wei
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Li Bai, an autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates;
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other in the first place?
Li Siyuan Zhen
Once, the sea was difficult for water, and amber was forever. Looking back at the flowers lazily is partly due to self-cultivation and partly due to being a man.
Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Farewell to Du Mu
Affectionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh until I die. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
Sender Zhang Bi.
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
The sentimental writer Yi Lee.
Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
To a maid, Cui Jiao.
The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.
Sauvignon Blanc Linbu
Wu, Yue. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting?
Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.
Meet in
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Wu Ye physical language
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.