Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
A cluster of plum blossoms
Red lotus root fragrant jade mushroom autumn, light solution Luo Shang, alone on the green boat. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.
Zui Hua Yin
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Nangezi
The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night?
The emerald lotus is small and the golden lotus leaves are old, but the weather is old and the clothes are old, but the feelings are different and the hometown is old!