Don Wei Wu Ying
It's not an autumn festival, but a change of goodwill.
No more people are hiding, and the Committee is cold and empty.
You can never do what you say. Darkness will make sales shine.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. Newly-pasted embroidery (a painting is in color) is full of golden partridges.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Phoenix is relatively golden, and peony drizzles all night. Spigel has new makeup, light sideburns and a long face.
The painted buildings are far away from each other, and the weeping willows hang outside the columns. If I don't hear from you, I will return to Shuang Yan before the club.
Don? Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital"
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
Book of Songs. Feng Wei. Master:
Hands are soft and skin is solidified. Collars are like salamanders, and teeth are like rhinoceroses. A cicada's head is like an eyebrow, and it smiles beautifully.