Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, in ruins.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
stone
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
Tang Li Shangyin
The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
Although turtles live a long life.
Hancaocao
His face was covered with dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Charcoal seller
Tang Bai Juyi
I couldn't bear to see it, so it burned to ashes.
Popular in the north
Tang Libai
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes?
Untitled A misty rain is blowing from the east with the wind.
Tang Li Shangyin
Heating turns cold valley, smoke turns life and death.
"After the chaos, Tian En Liu Yelang remembered the past and gave Jiang Taishou a good slaughter."
Tang Libai
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies and tears turn into red azaleas.
Tomb-Sweeping Day wine
bright red
Clear tears, confetti.
Golden Melody: Reflections on the Death of a Dead Woman
Qingnalanxingde
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Song of Chang Gan.
Tang Libai
Embroider five lines and add weak lines, and blow six lines to remove floating ash.
Ash Ketchum
Don du fu
Endure to see the picture change color, and be willing to let Jiangshan pay the price for it.
"The Japanese on the Yellow Sea ship ask for sentences and look at the map of the Russo-Japanese war."
Jin qingqiu
The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and a generation of red makeup shone on history.
Yuanyuanqu
Qing Wu Ye Wei
Liu Xiangyuan didn't come to study before the ashes cooled in Shandong.
Book burning pit
Don
In the smoke, I shouted for help, and the body hanging on the beam was ashes.
ancient official title
Tangweizhuang
Neiku burned into splendid ashes, and Tianjie stepped on the bones of officials.
ancient official title
Tangweizhuang
Destroy it and burn it when the wind blows it to dust.
think
Han Anonymous
There are few wives in the boudoir, fish and bamboo come from the sky, and the bones on the side of Yanmen Mountain are reduced to ashes.
Yanmen satrap
moustache
When I was ten years old, I cut a poem and became a horse.
"Han Donglang impromptu poem, pleasantly surprised, the rest of the party sit after songs, pei hui for a long time. There is a wind of age, because of success, there are members who are rewarded and afraid. One "
Tang Li Shangyin
Chanting wind music, this person has become ashes.
Two Poems from Princess Yu Zhen's Bieguan to Zhang Weiwei Qing.
Tang Libai
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