Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. Yi Shi IKEA lives in your son.
Strolling through the east gate of the city is as beautiful as a cloud. Although there are many clouds, I think of people.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The storm is gloomy. The chickens kept crowing. See a gentleman, Hu Yun doesn't like it!
The Book of Songs: The Book of Songs is the earliest collection of poems in China. It was called the Book of Songs in the pre-Qin period, and it was also called 300 poems or 300 poems. It collected 305 poems from the early years of the Western Zhou Dynasty to the middle of the Spring and Autumn Period.
The source and appreciation of the above poems;
(1) Come and meet this lover. Zi Xi, such a good person. -"The Book of Songs tang style Planning the Future"
A long time ago, watching the love of the whole city, Fan Liuyuan said to Bai Liusu, what can I do for you after watching this lover in the evening? Bai Liusu chuckled, I don't know, so he continued to read, son Xi·Xi, such a lover. What should I do with you?
(2) Peach blossoms wither and burn out brilliance. Yi Shi IKEA lives in your son.
-"The Book of Songs Nan Zhou and Yao Tao"
Peach blossoms fly away, writing all kinds of romance. It seems that I saw the newly-married bride's delicate cheeks and gorgeous red makeup under the hot peach blossom. She has a long-awaited lover who will spend her life with her.
(3) Out of its east gate, there are women like clouds. Although there are many clouds, I think of people.
-"The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Out of the East Gate"
A hundred people pass by outside the window, and I can tell your footsteps. Because the other ninety-nine people stepped on the ground and you stepped on my heart.
(4) Life and death are generous. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
-"The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
We are all eager to hold your hand and grow old with your son, but we often forget that before that, there was a theory of life and death. Life and death, clutch, can not compare with the last hand, so as to be worthy of love.
(5) the wind and rain are like ash. The chickens kept crowing. See a gentleman, Hu Yun doesn't like it! -"The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Storm"
I've seen you. What's so unhappy about it? Just, if you really love her, don't keep her waiting.
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