Luo yin
No matter underground or on the mountain, where there are flowers in full bloom, there are bees busy. Bee, you harvest flowers to make nectar. Who has worked hard and who wants to taste the sweetness?
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Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .