Yu Jian Hua yi duo
Printed window screening, framed with harmonious spring scenery.
Petting all night, sending Xiao Suo Jin Qin.
It doesn't rain much when singing
How many flowers did I find?
Who incarnates the white crane and floats in the blue sky?
Jingjin nvbeiguo
Set night dyed acacia mottled.
Draw the outline of a good man.
Enemy with candles in the window
Your silent promise is still waiting
Despite aging, kissing the moon makes people lonely.
My New Thinking on Poetry
Roaring and singing are indifferent at first glance.
I am free and easy.
It is absolutely sad to fill a blank.
Time is wrong, cause and effect are not wrong.
It is difficult for Sansheng to get ink.
Concentrate on this life.
Xuan paper loves seal cutting.
The world cannot live without you and me.
Fate is unpredictable.
I send a pink bracelet.
Love is persistent for you.
Water dream and blue sky
Breeze is thicker, thinner and gentler than white clouds.
The maple leaves are drunk, and the eyes are shining on Ming Che.
The sky is as blue as ink, draw your outline.
A window of blue sky memories is just like yesterday.
The misty autumn rain prompted some flowers to fall.
The departure of the white goose sets off the silence of the lotus.
The grass is wide and the rendering is sad.
Lang Lang's book sound is weak and lonely.
The fading of love letters makes bitterness fresh.
Who can add a joy?
Tracing back to the source, Liu Mo is nowhere to be found.
Raise a glass and drink the bright moon alone.
In autumn, the northern geese have crossed the Ronghu Lake, and there is no boat to berth.
Years mottled sigh a bleak wall.
The wind blew Qiu Qiansuo's smile and infected the mistake.
Poetry meets many autumn colors.
The old friend exists in name only through the beautiful scenery.
Countless amorous feelings * * * Who can tell?
Heart indifference rouge lock hate acacia dust submerged.
The silence of mutual concern is the silence of the corridor.
Childhood lovers
The river leisurely surrounds others;
Dragonflies fly over the light lotus;
Biliu momo warm wind to be married;
The grass reflects the water and paints a clear picture;
The little family has a beautiful face and black hair;
The banana in front of the window quietly faces the plain yarn;
I like to sing love words under the moon at night;
Spring water under the eaves is drunk with peach blossoms;
All the poems that have been written;
I can't bear the worries in my heart;
Every fresh sentence is given to you;
Nothing can stop you from staying the same for ten years;
Plum blossoms that you liked to smell at that time;
Has fallen into glitz;
The bamboo horse I loved riding in those days;
Weathered by years;
I tapped Chai Men under the moon;
Only empty the fence;
I carefully searched for Qianshan in my dream;
But I have to beg for flowers with tears;
The birds are thrilling and the flowers are silent;
But when I saw the fairy's tears;
Tears poured down and bathed in crows;
Miss the world like grass;
Childhood friends, such as poetic fairy tales;
Who put it down out of order?
As light as water;
gifted scholar and fair lady
Who locks the eyebrows with rosewood incense?
Yu Di's audio tells the truth.
The bridge flows through the water, choking and crying.
Yangliuqing is like ink, like smoke and sorrow.
In March, the long grass warbler flies.
The sound of hooves is like knocking on a window.
A soft window peeped at the beautiful scenery and was misunderstood.
Crossing the thin horse is a person, accompanying.
To be the first, you can't go back when you are drunk.
Abortion is broken, but I can't see blue in my dream.
The wind blows away the world of mortals and disputes.
Stars fall, loneliness, and youth turns to dust.
Pear blossoms and flowing water
Knead you into a lotus, elegant and beautiful.
Dip in the glorious fireworks rain of yuhua district
Describe my constant pursuit of dreams and regrets.
Things change, talented people and beautiful women
Who is the true love of my life?
It passed in a blink of an eye, without sadness.
Gambling books and throwing tea at each other in the future;
Dianjiangchun
Sammy Wei Yun's white hair.
I don't want to give up the sunset, it's cold and dusk.
The moon breaks water, and the heart flows around the lonely village.
You play the lyre and indulge in the shade of flowers.
The east wind was drunk and awakened layers of hatred.
Who is in tears?
Dreams fall at dusk, and the forest is full of thoughts.
Love moistens the moss marks and vicissitudes.
Huatang Chun Qing choulin
Ada Zhumen Goose Dai Long
Taohua manjiang news
Xiao Sheng Du Yan broke out.
Ping Xu's kiss has no roots.
How can we find the ethereal beauty of dialect?
I brought bottles at midnight.
The soul on the spring is broken.
Years are unknown.
Who is still looking at the fence and causing the dust?
Peach charms are stained with tears.
Mountains and rivers blocked the news from afar, leaving the wind singing.
Expectations turn into clouds.
I unplug your embroidery needle and cultivate it.
Who is the heart of the piano?
Infatuation is now.
In spring, the vegetation is deep.
In the rain, the bell and throat are faint.
Dreams disappear without a trace.
Sandalwood thins my skirt.
Who will command your crimson lips?
A sad and haggard person in the mirror
Let me spend my time.
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