Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since March is coming, why should people hate even winds?
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and take it to Baluofangpari, with a pair of mandarin ducks in the middle.
Tired embroidery map
Night flowers are full of fragrance, jade people stop embroidery, flowers are all embroidered skillfully, and Yuanyang embroidery is unsuccessful.
The ruler of "Shu Qi's resentment"
Buddha said that emptiness can also be measured, and emptiness is longer than hate; Silver flower jewelry is a ruler of Venus, and it knows how to be delicate and fragrant.
The Knife of Shu Qi's Resentment
The phoenix head crosses the snowflake, cutting the Wusong River muddy; Only lovesickness tears are hard to cut, and old scars break new ones.
The needle of "Shu Qi's resentment"
When you are in front of the building, the golden needle refers to the spring silk; Cowherd and Weaver Girl's annual meeting, but unfortunately the face never leaves.
Shu Qi's Resentment Embroidered Bed
It is painful to wither flowers in the middle of the month, and the dream of beauty in Haruki is short and long; Only the needle and thread of the embroidered bed are still there, and the residual hair is delicious.
"Shu Qi's Legacy" Light Engine
Three feet of silver burned across the account, and the joy was not over; May enlightenment be a hidden light, and I don't know the sky according to the grave.
Dying poem
It's okay to live in death and die in hell. Dead people are almost the same as dead people, so you should only wander in a foreign land.
Zuishi
Under the peach tree, the waves are full, and the reed mat bed is laid first, not to mention copper coins.
Three glasses of turbid white wine, a few words. When you go home, smile with her.
Poor scholar sings
If ten dynasties wind and rain are in a coma, eight wives are hungry. Xin is an old fool, and no one comes to buy a poem.
Castle peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writing is hard. The paddy field people on the lake don't want it. Who will buy me to paint Zhongshan?
A deserted village cries in the wind and rain, and a kettle shames an old wife. Try to write a new bamboo to sell. The price of bamboo shoots in the city is as low as mud.
Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always useless, and occasional livelihood is also included. Ken thought he had less money, but one day Mr Ji Ye became poor.
Whiteboard door red fence, wife and children beside geese and ducks. Natural interests are hard to describe, and you won't feel hungry without smoking for three days.
Love food words
The taste of food is not weak, what will happen without people? Scholars know that this cause is successful, and farmers know that the taste is full.
Knowing this taste and the technology of the art industry is no problem, knowing that this taste and the profit of goods are increasing. I hope everyone knows the smell. Can this taste different?
I love vegetables, people love meat, and meat is too much for a saint. There is a bowl of Huang Chengcheng's porridge in the kitchen, and Sansheng has his own leisure.
A photo of Gu Tao's dedication
On our wedding night, we met Mud after a short talk. At that time, I was Tao Chengzhi. Why should I be popular in front of you?
Fifty words and poems
Laughing and dancing for fifty years, having fun in flowers and sleeping in the middle of the month. Who believes that there is no money to drink in the waist?
Poetry and Fu are ashamed to call themselves authors, and everyone suspects that Tao is immortal. Don't lose an inch of your heart when you have to do something.
Simulated alchemist
Ragged clothes, rags and skirts tell everyone that they will burn silver.
Why not burn some yourself and sell it to others?