A confession poem by naming names.

Friends of the harp.

My fair lady, join hands with me, I am sleepy. Leisure. If I don't see you one day, I'll ask for the phoenix on the water side.

There are beautiful women.

Guan Guanluo's pigeon.

Go back and follow it. I'm crazy about it. Helpless beauty, bells and drums.

Cang, chat and write your heart. I'd love to.

Phoenix flies high,

Ask for it. My fair lady. The ragged shepherd's purse does not fly.

Replacing the piano with words is not in the east wall, which makes me fall; Go upstream and downstream. Interlaced leeks, the gentleman lingers, and the four seas seek to burn, tossing and turning in the river continent.

I am willing to match my words with my deeds. When I see Xu Xi, I will walk around it and leave it. Uneven shepherd's purse comforted me, and I picked it from left to right. The road was long and Xiu Yuan was in the middle of the water. My beautiful lady, the Millennium is frost. My fair lady. Where do I need her?