Li He sang a song. The lotus in the pond is cold and wet, and the flowers lack lotus roots. The sound of the mother mandarin duck flying down and the pond overflowing.
Your son Li He curled up at night and cried at night. The winding swamp is full of hibiscus waves and the waist is white and cold.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, with money attached to the dragon's spine and silver hooves covered with smoke. But no one weaves a splendid picture, and who will cast a Jin Lu for it.
Li Hema's poems are fragrant in the twelfth lunar month, and the snow in the sky is like salt. I don't know whether my mouth is hard or soft, whether to touch the tribulus or to eat it.
"Twenty-three Poems by Li Hema" suddenly recalled Zhou and drove to Yushan. Leave the amusement park with Zou, and Hongji can gallop to the horizon.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, this horse is extraordinary, and the house star is the star. Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound.
Li Hema's twenty-three poems are that the desert mountains are like snow and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.
Li Hema's poem is twenty-three hungry, with coarse hair and flowers. Burn cinnabar color drops, broken saw grows hemp.
Li Hema's poem "West Mother Wine Will Stop" is twenty-three, and the meal of East King has dried up. If the king swallows it, who will drag the shaft?
Twenty-three red rabbits written by Li Hema are useless, and Lu Bu must ride them. I heard that Xiao Guo Frog, a beautiful boy, can be controlled.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema. Uncle Xu went in a hurry and now he doesn't take the dragon seriously. Frost on a cold night has crushed the stables, and the horse's back in the west wind has been crushed.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema urge a single crossing the Wujiang River, and the immortal cries against the wind. A king can't chase a hero.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema were given to the court by Neima and stabbed by a silver shovel. At noon, salt sat on the table and rubbed the dust.
Twenty-three batches of Li Hema's poems are beginning to be heard, but the peach blossoms are not on the upper body. He must stir the array and use it to show the general.
Twenty-three Poems by Li Hema are famous for their chivalry. Heap gold to buy your bones and send them to King Xiang of Chu.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema are fragrant and dragons frown. Looking back at strangers in the south, no one can meet spring.
Li Hema's twenty-three poems are not hunted by Huan Gong. How can you be at a loss? Once out of the ditch, look at the clouds.
Li Hema's twenty-three Tang Jian beheaded Sui Gong, and his fist was sent to Taizong. Not too heavy, catch a whirlwind.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, white iron file, fine sand falling between anvil. The world pity the thin neck, but gold fears the long teeth.
Li Hema's "Twenty-three Bole Poems" looks forward and spins in his belly. Only today, the grass is white, when will the green hills be green?
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, carried by Xiao Si Ma Tuo, were written by Yuan Zi Zhu. There are good things in the air, so I can't read the chapter.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema are like swallowtails and swords like fish intestines. If you want to travel thousands of miles, you should first look out for the light.
Li Hema's twenty-three poems are temporarily in Huang Ma, and the immortals are on the floor. You want to whip the jade collectors. What happened to Gaozhou?
Li Hema's twenty-three poems were bought by the Wangs with blood and sweat, and were shaken by Luan songs. When you gallop on the sea, you are regarded as a green mule.
Li Hema's poem XXIII: Emperor Wu loves immortals, and purple smoke burns gold. The stables are full of meat horses and don't understand the sky.
Li Hechang's "Reading in the Valley" is luminous and strong. You pity the guests and are still hard.
Li Heba replied that his nose is brown and his eyebrows are bitter. If you don't sing Yuefu, who knows how to complain about autumn?
Li He represents Cui Jia in Fujian under the willow smoke, with white horseshoes and graceful posture. I'm afraid I will be exhausted, so I can't bear to smoke any more.
Don't plant trees in Li Hemo's tree garden, you will always worry about planting trees. Sleeping alone in the south bed, this autumn seems to go to autumn.
Li He sent a mat to the Oriental bed and left. Autumn is far away, and the road ahead all day.
Lotus root flowers in Lihetang are cool and wet, and the flowers lack the astringency of lotus root. The female mandarin duck flew down and the water in the pond sounded like water.
Li Hejing drove his horse out of the house, and he fell into the center of Chang 'an. Who is right in two things, singing in the autumn wind.
Li He's sentence leans on the sword and climbs the platform, which is leisurely to send to the eyes of spring. (See the debris in the sea above. )
Li He's miscellaneous songs, December songs, December feet pale red, thin cream does not sell cassia twigs. It's been a long day and a night.
Li He went out of the city to see him off, and the grass in Yang Jingzhi was warm and the clouds were pale and the spring in Wan Li was light, so they kissed goodbye. It is said that when Han Jian flew away, why did you get sick in the car?
The Henan provincial government in Li Hehe tried out the music lyrics of1February. 12 months, my feet are pale and red, and I don't want to sell thin ointment under cassia twig. It was a long day and night.
Thirteen flowers and vines in Li Henan Garden are in sight, and Yue Nv's cheeks are small and red. Poor sunset fragrance, marriage and spring breeze do not need media.
The 13th Palace of Li Henan Garden, Beitian, is full of curtains for Xiao Qi and Huang Sang to drink. The long-waisted healthy woman secretly climbed and broke, and fed the eight cocoons to the king of Wu.
There are thirteen bamboo-lined silk-picking cars in Li Henan Garden, and the cicada is alone in the setting sun. Peach gum welcomes summer fragrance and amber, and the more you teach yourself, the more you can grow melons.
There are thirteen and thirty poems in Li Henan Garden, but no more than twenty, and he craves vegetables during the day. The old people at the bridge mourned each other because they left a book by Tao Rong.
Why not take Wu Gou with you and collect 50 states in Guanshan? If you are a scholar Wan Huhou, please go to Lingyange temporarily.
There are thirteen old carving insects in Li Henan Garden, and Xiao Yue hangs a jade bow as a curtain. I don't see the three seas every year, and the article cries autumn wind.
Thirteen Li Henan Gardens, the prison of Changqing is sad and empty, and Man Qian's humor is taken from his capacity. See buy Ruoyexi water sword, the Ming Dynasty returned to apes.
"Li Henan Garden" has thirteen songs about the newborn milk swallow in the spring, and the wasp flies home with its small tail. The window contains far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the Rocky Mountain.
Thirteen songs in Li Henan Garden are soft in spring sand and warm in mandarin ducks, and return to the extreme late on the winding shore. Pour wine on the pepper leaves in Mulan, and pick up the seeds of diamond silk when you are sick.
Yuan's Thirteen Songs reminds the present Cai Yong, and he has no intention of cutting songs and lying down. There is a bamboo book in Shennan, which always goes to Xitou to catch Weng.
There are thirteen long mountains and valleys in Li Henan Garden, which live close to home, and there are thousands of peaks and old Cui Hua in the daytime. Walking with rattan shoes, quarrying honey, holding moss and planting flowers.
There are thirteen new dragon eggs in Li Henan Garden in Songxi Heishui, and the old horse teeth were born in eastern Guangxi. Who sent Qing Yu to cut the road, and let that piece of dyed sunrise go light?
Four new bamboo shoots in the north garden of Li Hechang Valley fall off long poles and cut jade. You can see that the mother bamboo shoots are made of dragon material. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.
Li Hechang's Four New Bamboo Shoots in the North Garden of the Valley borrows green light to write Chu Ci, but it is greasy. No one can see you without pity and hatred, and you will cry a thousand cigarettes.
The new bamboo shoots in the North Garden of Li Hechang Valley have four heads, two or three stems and purple roots. This year, on the spring sand of the canal, the flute is brand-new and green as jade.
Li Hechang, a new bamboo shoot in the north garden of the valley, provoked Qingyun with four old bamboo shoots, and Maoling returned to lie down and sigh for poverty. The wind blows thousands of acres to meet the rain, and the bird weighs one branch and enters the wine.
In March, Li Hedu Palace Canal was covered with water red and the wind was petite with Ye Xuee's makeup. The curtain can be locked for thousands of years.
Li He rewarded two goldfish sons with long gowns, tightly wrapped with cymbals to cut jade. The spring breeze follows the ponytail, and the willow flowers play the fragrance of hometown.
Li He rewarded two songs, Mei Chi Chun in Yongzhou in February and Yu Shui? 6? 3? 6? Five warm white apples. Who is the anthomaniac now?
Li He, Hu Diefei, Huayang, Chunyun Hot, GuiJiaPing intoxicating. Its owner, Hu Die, flew west, and the boy in white came back today.
Li He, don't wash red, don't wash red, wash red a little more. See you at Yinqiao yesterday. Hou Feng came back early, so don't worry about it.
Li He's Zaqu, December Qu, June Cut Luo, Cut Xiang Zhu, Slippery Frost and Autumn Jade. The burning red mirror opened in the east, as dizzy as wandering on wheels, and Chi Di rode a dragon.
Yuzhou Prefecture tried out the lyrics of December music, and cut down June music, Hunan bamboo and first frost and Qiuyu. The fiery red mirror opened in the east, dizzy like Pei Hui on a wheel, and Chi Di rode a dragon.
Li Heguan didn't come, and the official title of Huangfu's ancestral hall didn't come. The official court was in autumn, and the old boy made a mistake to worry about Qinglong. Cao Zuo, a bookkeeper, walked like an ox and asked if Zuo Guan would come. If the official does not come, the door will faint.
Li He's backyard sunk well and opened a pulley bed in Geinoue. The underwater sound is complex and the chord sound is shallow. How do you feel, Xun? You lived in Chengtou on the first day. A thousand years a day, no need to shed.
Li He's sentence that you can't see the tree at the top of the mountain, destroying it is also a salary. Every day I see mud in the well, and it comes out as dust. (Song). Work is like mud in a well, when it turns to dust. )
Li He's Yuefu Zaqu, which worships songs, goes back to the end of the world, and flags music. Hang a rainbow in a coma, tart phoenix tail. Broken sword box, dancing dragon. When a human-god died, the drums rang. On the day when Gao Qing Qi Lei fell to the ground, it was thousands of miles away.
Li He sang a song, and Liu Yun went home by bus in Baipingcao, Quting Prefecture, Jiangnan. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore. If the glass is exposed, the jade is empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Li He sang a song, Chuanxian, Fengxiang, Late Hua Jing, Beautiful Scenery. The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge. The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu and jade sand scales. Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond.
A song by Li He and a pot of wine are full of autumn. Stone horses lie in new smoke, where are you worried? Singing secretly, the wind rises from the tree. Long-term pressure table, tearful eye flower machine.
Li He sang songs and unforgettable songs, opened a hole in the road and drew a halberd with a faint sun. The shade of bamboo leaves rises, and the sound of flute blows the sun. Bees talk around the cosmetic mirror, and moths learn to be beautiful. Lilac tips are tied in disorder and flowers are everywhere.
Li Heqin's lyrics lead me to a sword, and Yu Feng can cut the clouds. Xiangyang is a traveler, born in spring. The morning is too quiet for the sword, and the night is too cold for the sword. He can point a sword at people, but he doesn't know how to take pictures.
Li Heqin's songs, Chua's five lanes, Lushui's poems. This is a beautiful night. Where is Hou? In order to have beautiful colors, I became a sad person. Lotus leaves are picked in East Lake and Pugen is pulled in South Lake. I'm worried about not seeing my sister-in-law.
Li He's miscellaneous songs, December songs, carved jade curtains in May, tapping on the empty door. The well draws lead water and fans mandarin ducks. Back to the snow dance cool hall, dew wash green. The sleeves are lingering, and the sweat is stained with precious millet.
Li He's "Miscellaneous Songs", "December Songs" and "Lonely in August" complained that the night was long and the dream was lonely. Insects on the eaves catch silk and hang flowers on the wall lamp. There was moonlight outside the eaves, and the shadows in the curtains were oblique. Flying leisurely, embellishing the lotus in the pool.
Li He's Miscellaneous Songs, Music in December and Miyagi Regiment in November returned to Yan Guang, but they broke down during the day and fell to Fang Qiong. I've been drinking for thousands of days, but it's freezing to brew JUNSHOU. Yugou spring is like a ring element, where is the warm water from the fire well?
Li He's miscellaneous songs, December music, leap moon emperor pays more attention to light, and when he gets old, he will push it back 72 times. Zuo Fei, the official of heaven, is so beautiful that he is often late this year. The queen mother moved peaches to offer the son of heaven, one family, one stone family, and the dragon traveled everywhere.
Li He also recalled that the pink pepper wall in Ge Ye was yellow, and wet fireflies filled the Liang Dian. Taicheng wants to teach Qiu Meng of bronze chariots. Wu Shuang pointed to his temple, and his body was already late, Thompson. Say goodbye to the goldfish and keep me humble.
Li He showed it to his younger brother three years later and returned to China for one day. Drink tonight and write a book when you go. Sick bones can still exist, but there is nothing in the world. Why ask cattle and horses, vote for Ren Xiaolu.
Li walked into the hydrological lamp movement and took time to shadow the spring. Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots. Weaving can carry fragrance and sweat, and shearing can catch brocade scales. Three beams have been put into use, one for Wang Sun.
Li He and Shen presented the white water to the imperial canal and the yellow water to the imperial secretary. The keel of the dike is cool and the duck's head is fragrant. Don't be scared to death. Stop drinking and have a drink. Fortunately, because of the wandering place, I have to meet He Lang for the time being.
Li He's farewell on Tanabata is now dark, and Luo Wei is sad at midnight. The crow left to thread the thread, and the firefly flew into the coat building. Cattle and women are reunited, and couples all over the world see jade hooks. Without Qiantang River, lonely and lonely autumn.
Li He passed the Huaqing Palace in the spring and moonlit night, and the palace curtain was separated by imperial flowers. Clouds filled the air, the red pane looked dim, the step stones were broken, and the money-shaped purple moss was skewed. At that time, there was still wine in the jade bowl, and the silver lamp was bright, and it was adjacent to the outside. When King Shu left, there was a bud on the edge of spring.
Two poems by Li He and Yong Huai, Changqing Huai Taizu Mausoleum, green grass hanging down a stone well. Looking at Zhuo Wenjun while playing the pipa, I saw the spring breeze blowing her hair. Alas, compared with Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, Liang Xiaowang is like a broken stem. Only one volume of documents remained after his death, but Emperor Wu climbed to the top of Mount Tai at the closing ceremony.
Li Heyong wrote two books day and night, and he was stunned by first frost. Looking at the aging face in the mirror, I can't help laughing: a young man with a long face and white hair like me will have a long life in Nanshan! There is no towel on the head, and Berberis has been dyed. Don't look at the fish in the stream, just drink some water. Is it still fun to entertain yourself?
Li and Bai Cao in Tingzhou, and rode home. Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore. The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Li He, the string of Shu, has a quiet fragrance and a beautiful golden hill. The stone falls and the ape mourns, and the bamboo cloud is half a ridge. The cool moon gives birth to Qiupu, and the jade and sand sparkle. Who is a tearful guest? He can't hold back the meandering pond.
Li Hehe, Henan Province, tried to carve jade in December, put a curtain on it in May, and smashed an empty door lightly. Well lead water, fan weave mandarin duck pattern. Back to the snow dance cool hall, dew wash green. The sleeves are lingering, and the sweat is stained with precious millet.
Li Hehe Henan Provincial Government tried out December music lyrics. In August, widows complained about the long night and dreamed of going home alone. Insects on the eaves catch silk and hang flowers on the wall lamp. The moonlight outside the curtain vomits, and the shadow inside the curtain is oblique. Flying leisurely, embellishing the lotus in the pool.
Li He's Henan government tried out the music lyrics of December. 1 1 month, Miyagi Group returned to Yan Guang, and during the day, it broke into pieces and fell into Fang Qiong. I've been drinking for thousands of days, but it's freezing to brew JUNSHOU. Yugou spring is like a ring element, where is Huojing hot spring?
Li He tried the lyrics of December music in Henan Province, and the leap moon emperor regained his light. Even if it is pushed back 72 times, the heavenly official jade will stay and fly. This year, He Changlai was late, and the queen mother moved a peach to offer the son of heaven, and history was pedantic.
Li He leads me with a sword, and Yu Feng can cut the clouds. Xiangyang is a traveler, born in spring. It's too clean for the sword in the morning and too cold for the sword at night. He can point a sword at people, but he doesn't know how to take pictures.
Li and thirteen young trees in Nanyuan are facing the path. They are full of humid night smoke. Liu Hua surprised the snow pool, and the wheat rain rose to the stream field. The ancient temples are sparse, and the distant haze breaks the moon. The sand head knocks on Shi Huo, and the bamboo pole burns the fishing boat.
Li Hegu is leisurely, and the scenery of Baishan belongs to Xishan, and Bihua is all the way. Where is it today? Chitose floats with the wind. The sea sand turns to stone, and the fish foam blows the piano bridge. The empty light swings far away, and the copper column disappears from the year.
Li He was so sad that he stammered and imitated Chu Yin, and his bones were broken. Autumn is white and the leaves are crying. The light is blue, and moths are dancing in the sunset. Dust is born on the ancient wall, and the soul dreams.
He Li Mian Ai sent two songs to Lushan Mountain in Xiao Ji. There are no cowpeas in the suburbs of Luoluo, which is a shame for the old Malay. The little wild goose crosses the peak of the furnace, and its shadow falls under the water of Chu. The long boat leans against the clouds, and the stone mirror is cool in autumn. Can't you understand homesickness and talk to the moon?
Li He satirizes that the five stars are as high as a square and everything knows. You have to support yourself, and you have to go out. Junping did not object for a long time, Compaq took the national road. I don't know what to think, there are a thousand words.
Li He chases congratulations, Xie Tongque, prostitute and beauty, a pot of wine, and the autumn capacity is thousands of miles. Stone horses lie in new smoke, where are you worried? Singing secretly, the wind rises from the tree. Long-term pressure table, tearful eye flower machine.
Dongcheng river in the corner of Li He's painting turned into a rustling sound, and crows flew high. The sails are getting longer and longer, and the walls are cold and martial. Cold weather comes from mussels, and an anchovy will swim in Bai Tao. The splash touches the forehead, and the flag drums and nights meet the tide.
When Li He went out of the city, the osmanthus was sparse under the snow, and Tiu was bounced back. Turn off the water to take the donkey's shadow, and the Qin cover hangs down. Wan Li, after having obtained the provincial examination, has no sorrow. Call to ask, tears in the mirror.
Li He wrote four poems in Jiangtan Garden, which were pale and the palace water splashed yellow. Little pink is fine, but riding a bead is long. The road refers to the city, Luo Xunxiang. What clouds cover jade is like a king today.
Li He painted four precious socks and chrysanthemums in Jiangtan Garden. The plantain flowers were dense and cold. The leaves of Lan Ze are full of water, with heavy money for scissors. It's easier to bow your head in a warm corner than to get on a horse in boots. Tears stain the bed curtains and evenly powder the gold saddle.
Li He painted four eagle wings and jade flowers in Jiangtan Garden. Autumn hangs makeup, and the arrow nails the teeth. Baboons cry deep bamboo. 6? 3? 6? 5 old wet sand. Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China.
Li He painted four poems in Jiangtan Garden, ten clusters of hibiscus and Gong Yi Hong. Practice incense and smoke magpie songs, find arrows and tread on lulong. The flag is wet and the golden bell is heavy, and the frost is dry and jade is empty. It's still early to thrush, so don't wait for Jingyang bell.
Li He will never forget to open the door, and the weak boy will draw a halberd. The bamboo shadow rises and the flute blows the sun. Bees talk around the cosmetic mirror, and moths learn to be beautiful. Lilac tips are tied in disorder and flowers are full of columns.
Li Heke is full of sorrow, and Nanshan stone warms the sun. Don't worship the way, always be an honest guest. Don't go to other temples at four o'clock and go to the countryside for three years. Travel songs are repeated over and over again, and they are torn when asked.
Li He, Feng Xiaolian, see Lian Xiao at Wan Tou. Please put on the pipa string. I hate spring breeze, it's only worth a few dollars today. The skirt hangs down and the bamboo leaves are wet with apricot flowers and smoke. Jade cold HongLing heavy, QiGong concubine drive whip.
Li He's answer is Zhang Gongzi, who was once named Sepal Green China. A fragrant elephant, a willow with a crow. The dew is heavy and the mud is cold, and the cup is inclined. Tang Qin sells wine vessels and buys flowers in the backyard.
Li He's topic Zhao's eldest wife is a bamboo root, and the middle wife is a jade piece. Pick up pine branches in warm winter and smoke out in the sun. Moss green tung old, Ishii sound. Lying in the cave with a bare back, peach blossoms are full of bones and muscles.
Li He feels that the spring is warm and sorrowful, and the flowers are sad in the north. The elm tree pierced Ryoko's eye, and the willow tree broke the dancer's waist. Go to the screen to greet the swallow, and fly the silk to send a hundred pains. Hu Qin hates today and is anxious to talk to Tan Cao.
Immortal Li He played the piano on the cliff and turned over a fairy. Hold the white phoenix tail and sweep the Nanshan cloud at night. Deer drink cold water, and fish return to the seaside. At that time, Emperor Wudi published books and newspapers.
Li Hehua swims in the spring and Liunan, with strange posture and cold flowers and dew. Drunk outside the city today, brush the mirror and sweep the eyebrows. The smoke is wet and heavy, and red oil covers the clothes. Clothes are not warm, wine is late.
Li's son comes from the Xiao family, and this is Pu Hua. Lotus seeds in Nantang are ripe, so wash the horse and walk the river. The royal silver foam is cold, and the phoenix nest is long. Plant a willow camp in the dark and send a book to the museum treasure.
Li He is full of new laurel trees, like flying moths and eyebrows, and the autumn wind blows little green. The wheels went out and the jade sounded intermittent. The moon porch is facing the wind and the yard is quiet. Who can serve Su Zhen and lie down and listen to Shaji cry?
Li He entered Taihang Mountain at dawn on July 1, and walked around the mountain all night. The dew was fragrant. The new bridge leans against the clouds, waiting for the insects to hiss. Luonan is far away now, and the more you know, the more familiar you are. How sad the stone is, old Sally is like a short cymbal.
Li He's green water poem is so romantic tonight. Where is Hou? In order to dump people's feelings, I became a person full of sorrow. Lotus leaves are picked in East Lake and Pugen is pulled in South Lake. I'm worried about not seeing my sister-in-law.