Title of the Girl Temple Cao Ye
Counting the incense and incense as they left the temple gate, Nu'e flew away and remained in the shadow.
Every spring there is no owner on the mountain, the flowers are weeping and the flowers are sad, and the souls of the guests are cut off. The small mountains are harmonious
Spring enters the sacred capital and thousands of trees are fragrant.
The orioles in the forbidden forest The words are slippery,
The butterflies fly wildly.
The dawn flowers bloom with jealous makeup,
The sun is red forever,
The wind and the fragrance of flowers. Bodhisattvaman · A pillow with a lotus color inside the water curtain (Tang Dynasty) Wen Tingyun A pillow with a lotus color inside the water curtain.
The warm fragrance arouses dreams of mandarin ducks and brocades.
The willows on the river are like smoke,
The wild geese are flying in the waning moon sky.
The autumn color of lotus root silk is light,
It is better to cut it unevenly.
The temples are fragrant red,
The jade hairpin head is windy
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