(2) I have a dream to wander in the East China Sea and see Xiaomei Red every year. If I remember to report back, what can I do? You didn't mean it, I pity you.
(3) Look for white wine with green tea, but know that there is a way in life. I have three million poems. Who left me a flower?
(4) There are good times today, and the city is full of lights. Even if there is Cang Sang in the world, it will be very comfortable in a dark place.
It's about Gengzi's hair.
Lu Xun
A chicken glue is sweet and a gown is fragrant.
If there is nothing at home, there are only a few antelopes.
Little new year
When Yan Shuo is poor, Jiangnan worships off-year
Being old is happy, and life experience is death.
It's snowing in Qian Shan, and it's day in Wan Li, Hong Fei.
Going out is boundless, but I am at a loss.
In the next year (seven laws)
Frost and wind are biting and lonely,
Close the door, oh, sing the new year.
I was very upset when I returned the pen.
Jia Jie fell into khufu chan again.
The floating cup is only as good as this poem.
It is better to be broad-minded in thinking.
Can't sleep at night, expecting,
Most of them send clothes to help the poor.