After the farewell, the ingot hung on the ground. They all say March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, and the eight-character book can't be passed down. The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in a hurry! A hundred ideas, a thousand ideas. Despair, strange lang. A thousand words can't be finished, and you are bored. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, I burned incense and held candles to ask heaven. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. Pomegranate is like fire in May, but it is watered by cold rain. April loquat is not yellow, I look in the mirror, am utterly confused. In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March; It fell and fell, and the kite string was broken in February. I hope that in the next life, you will come as a woman and I will be a man.
Aisingiorro Hongli's Flying Snow;
One by one, two, three, four or five. Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower.
Mr. Huang Kan's 1,234,567,891 million half-doubles;
A post is red and strong, with the shadow of Bixi, and the willows in the west six miles of thousands of feet. Swallows with two nests are difficult to learn, and half pillows often hate chickens for five nights. Nine days of physical and mental dreams, thousands of clouds and waters all around. Ten out of ten, 70% to 80% is a virtual image, and three spring wins two tears.