Five poems with the word lai.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.