Author: Li Qingzhao
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Li Qingzhao
Warm rain, sunny weather and wind broke the ice first. Liu Yanmei Gilles has felt the heartbeat of spring. Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
Try sewing a shirt with gold thread at first sight. The mountain pillow is inclined, and the pillow damages the hairpin. There is no good dream when you are alone and heartbroken, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Author: Li Qingzhao
Xiao Xi at night, dream of Chang 'an, and recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together.
Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring.