Perfect world artifact verse

The wind curled up, the wind curled up, the winter ridge sobbed and lonely, and the spring suburbs shook the grass. Clouds are bright in the moonlight, and fog is in the morning. Send Gui Xiang in clear autumn, and sweep away inflammation in extreme summer. The wind is blowing, wild flowers are littering, and people are getting old.

Brilliant flowers, brilliant flowers, enchanting and smart as makeup, obscene and muddy as scissors. The dew is fresher, and the wind sends fragrance far away. A single branch becomes an ice muscle, and thousands of flowers compete for beauty and drunkenness. The flowers are beautiful and the forest is really enviable.

Snow fluttering, snow fluttering, jade sealing plum calyx, green salt pressing bamboo tips. Sprinkle the air and turn the waves, and lock the silver bridge. Qian Shan muddy scary spread lead powder, Wanmu vaguely holding a robe. Long-distance travelers hate the snow.

Yue, Yue, suddenly the hook is missing, and the square mirror hangs in the sky. The flower shadow turns obliquely, and the hard water line is low. Poets hold a lamp to find a good sentence, while beauties push the window to sleep late. Juanjuan, the clear light is endless.