Caotang looks at pictures in the morning.
The poet's problem is the shame of the painter.
Song overwhelmed you, and the dream was exhausted.
I asked the loyal minister why he died,
Better think of the exhibition hall.
My house is too low for you,
The stone spring of Audemars Piguet Mountain.
Love makes you smile subtly,
Have pity on Dr. Yang.
You were born like a piece of jade.
Small curtain lamp writes poems repeatedly,
The cursive script really crossed Zhangdian.
Poetry is idle and silent,
Song and dance have always been the most famous.
I like to travel and live here.
Who dances with his waist?
I used to be Xiaomi,
Love these six floating offices.
Love is poor, meaning is long.
Xianer will dance with rhinoceros.
You are a dancing butterfly.