Year: Tang Author: Chang Chulao
Shaking his wings and blushing, the river cried like thunder at night. Please be greedy. Smelly rot fills the stomach.
Yue Nv is like a flower living in a river bend, and Chang 'e condenses at night. I'm afraid you'll stir up the brocade window, and ten axes will light up the night jade.
mosquito
Year: Tang Author: Pi Rixiu
A faint thunder is not enough. If the emperor is unjust, he teaches meat in trivial matters.
The poor people, without crimson gauze, struggled to lie in the hut. What do you mean fruitful? There is no millet in your stomach.
mosquito
Year: Song Author: Yu Zhuo
The waxed paper in front of the bed lit up, and the thunder was shocked. Suddenly there were no birds in the sky, and suddenly there were warblers in the mangroves.
It's better to die than to suck blood. I worried about it all night and wrote several poems on the pillow.
Night mosquito
Year: Song Author: Yang Jian
Night mosquitoes tell you what is strange and donate everything. These are elegant ears and a deep face.
Unfortunately, they are stubborn and difficult to enter, and most of them are deaf-mute fans and listeners. I don't appreciate it, but I'm even more annoyed that the moon goes to the window.
Twenty-six Rhymes of Mosquitoes
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There are mosquitoes in the world, and waiting for the night will make people sick. Looking at mosquitoes in the sky, they will kill each other during the day.
Without shelter from the wind and rain, this group of people flew out of the river. Disturb the darkness and thunder will follow.
Sharp mouth into the human flesh, slightly reddish and moist. Peng Zhen was not afraid, he was greedy to death.
If the boat people dare to stop, the land people will rush. Hundreds of miles north and south, as afraid as a tiger.
Everything is different between heaven and earth. Yang is a friend and Yin is a disciple.
Gnats are turbid things that come from noisy walls at night. How to make a sunrise and swallow it as a thoroughfare.
People are exhausted and their manpower is withered. Clothes and towels are dirty and disgusting.
Is the decline of Yang De inexorable? Is there a master? This town should have been poisoned by tea.
I heard that snakes can bite people, but it is safe to avoid them. I smell stings poisonous, and I can drive them away.
Only this mosquito makes everyone sick. The summer scenery in Jiangnan is good, but Shui Mu is very sparse.
In this way, Zhenze Road, romantic and empty. After several exchanges, I feel uncomfortable.
The morning has passed, but the night is still lingering. Although it is easy to sing, it is hard to linger.
What should God do if life is inconvenient? Who can say with fake wings?