In the heavy snow every year,
Often drunk plum blossoms,
It's no good moving all the plum blossoms,
Win tears in your clothes!
This year, the ends of the earth,
Flowers grow on the temples.
Look at the night breeze,
So plum blossoms should be ugly.
Chant white chrysanthemums
This small building is very cold.
Night falls.
Hate rain and relentless wind and rain,
Knead Qiongji at night.
It's not like, the imperial concubine is drunk,
Also don't like, Sun Shou frown.
Han Ling stole the fragrance,
Xu Niang Fufen,
Mo will be compared with nothing,
Take a closer look at Qu's mausoleum,
The charm is just right
The breeze rises,
Qingfen Ji Yun,
Irreducible [unitary].
Gradually autumn aperture,
Snow is clear and jade is thin,
I am infinitely reluctant to part with others.
Like sorrow, Han Fu was relieved.
Like tears, like poems.
Lang Yue Qingfeng,
Smoke and black rain,
Tianjiao is skinny.
Cherish it, I don't know. From now on,
How long did you stay?
Good human feelings,
Why do you remember more,
Zepan Dongli
Lonely goose
When the world writes a beautiful poem, it is vulgar. If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter.
The paper tent on the rattan bed fell asleep,
I can't say it, and I don't have any good ideas.
Shen cigarettes break the cold of jade furnace,
My feelings are like water.
Three strokes of flute,
May was heartbroken,
How many Chun Qing?
The wind and rain are sparse,
Hurry again, a thousand tears.
Oral sex to the emerald building,
Heartbroken for who?
One branch is folded,
On the earth and in the sky,
Nobody can deliver it.