The sun went down and Qi Dan gathered.
Get to know the tortoise,
Joy suddenly turned into intoxication.
The treasure is endless,
Jinbei became a poem.
Ten miles away,
Eight tables are on the same track.
After all this time,
This * * * is the reward of my life.
The sun and feathers are in the sky,
A fast horse cannot be chased.
Happy thinking dominates people,
Oh, the mirror is a little cold.
If all ten sons are corrupt,
Eight families are the highest.
Who is like the years,
If business is bad,
Chicheng reflects the morning sun,
Know that I am happy.
I'm glad to be back,
Through the purple wall.
When you are sad, you are thirty years old.
Only in 18 new states.
The lintel is thick and has red weft brocade.
Yonghe went boating for three days.
Use it as fast as a stork,
It was as sand as snow before returning to Yuefeng.
The scroll of Jiangshan is unfolding in the pen, and it is already late autumn.
Maple leaves are red in the north and cassia twigs are far away.
The river flows in Wan Li, clear as practice, with a sail raised, crossing the beach and streams.
Colorful flags are flying. Hong Fei is very happy to hear the news. He is drunk and happy.
The ambition of a strong man to break his wrist is dazzling in the literary world. I hope Qin Chu will last forever and be full of pride.
I am happy and timely, and I cherish this horizontal pipe.
Everything is written in the cave, and the dream curtain is full of red steps.
Endowed with ancient songs, the sound echoes and the sunshine on earth is warm.
Looking at the mountains, the golden thread is lingering, and the three thousand roads are bright.
Autumn fragrance is rich, gathering Xianke and Yiling.
I prefer to sing and dance, get drunk on the top of Qiongtai and indulge in wine.
To Chuanjiang, the Jade Emperor tactfully chanted Wuhou.
If I see you again, you will be stationed in Taiwan Province.
Travel in autumn, let the past rest.
Clouds rolled over the ancient river.
Look at the solitary smoke willow, listen to the wind and sing.
Poetry and fu are collected in the sunset, and the feelings are sincere and tears are streaming down her face.
Try your best to understand the world of mortals, talk about ups and downs, and talk about elegant Lanting.
Wen Qu birthday girl.
It's a laurel tree with golden flowers hanging from the tip and a flat peach banquet, with high blessings.
Red makeup dances lightly, smiles and raises eyebrows, and the wine is honored, and high-fives are invited.
Jade refers to strong feelings, the keys are tapped, and the geese send their feelings, all the way to Wan Li.
When will the end of the world and the bright moon come, the bottom of the paper will add fragrance and drunkenness will pervade the present.
Happy birthday to your soul mate, Wang Haichao!
Qiantang bore wins, the peak is connected with a line, and tourists are woven.
The wind blows snow waves, the bridge crosses the green curtain, and the building is in danger of cutting clouds.
Sound into the nine oblique, potential breaking hordes, Wan Li boundless.
With a sigh, I murmured that there was a child's home in the ink stone.
It's really a good day, holding cinnamon and jade lamps and Qionghua.
Raise eyebrows relatively, dance together and play Wu Qu Pipa lightly.
Yan Wen played silk, knocked on the fairy's drum by the moon and made tea.
Sweet dreams, the world of mortals * * *, riches and honour hold wonderful flowers.
Magpie birds climbed into the depths of the courtyard, and the morning breeze blew over the flower wall.
Summer is coming, thick green screen. The mirror is beautiful, the curtain moves, and the poem is fragrant.
The four seasons are leisurely and leisurely, and the time is long.
Yaotai is full of ink and fragrance. Life is always in spring, and new Germany and America are famous.
Rain Ji Changhong went to sea,
Many peaks gather in the east of Tianjin.
Flower building silhouette sunset red.
The sacred documents of elegant scrolls are brilliant,
Light fragrant jade lamp drunk wind.
Happy birthday to Qu Rou.
Happy birthday to Sister Wensheng.
At the peach blossom banquet, Wen Ting's music was endless, and all the friends were drunk, drunk.
Opening a book refers to a soft poetic dream and an elegant China chapter.
Jade pen extended in Tang dynasty, Yao director in Song dynasty, and more importantly, it depends on the achievements of peaches and plums.
A song is sweet, a song is fragrant, a song of magnolia is slow, and the rhyme is more fragrant in the evening.
In front of zhenhai tower, beside Liuhua Bridge, the lotus flowers are enchanted.
Chu Yun, think long on an autumn night.
How many stories of the world of mortals, how many poems and dreams.
Where the ink is thick, there is a lot of sadness and a thousand words.
Bright eyes are soft in the moonlight, the piano sounds beautiful and the wisdom is dignified.
Singing that sentence, youth is agarwood.
At this time, the beautiful scenery is clear, and the strings are sent to the Pearl River.
The voice is slow. Today and tomorrow, it will be Fang Ting all year round.