Smoke is wet, flowers are high, rain hides low leaves, and the red meteorite disappears for whom. Alas, the water is so fast. Caressing the beautiful scenery, there is still light yin to moisten. Ruying is crying on the road, thinking about going back to Italy, with tears in her eyes. Green pods are everywhere, so it's hard to buy leisure. ? ||? Seduce. When I think of that year, I am afraid of the cold spring. There are hidden windows in the kiosk, and there are residual makeup and powder. Diane's eyebrows are dizzy. Dreaming of Wan Li all the way, I wish my heart could not be broken. Knowing when to see you again is empty and thin. -Fang Li Qian's "Lilac Knot"
Visiting the old wounds and leaving the soul, I have no chance to see Lou Yuren again, and the rain on the sixth street is fragrant. ? ||? If you don't meet the dream of Wuxia, you can waste your time in Jinjiang Spring, and don't quit frequently when you meet flowers and pour wine. -Li Jue's "Huanxisha"
Spring comes to the street, and the spring rain is as thin as silk. Spring is full of red apricots, and spring swallows dance with the wind. ? ||? Spring streamers and spring breaks, and there are Koharu lights in spring boudoir. The erotic heart is naturally provocative, and there is no evidence to do erotic dreams. -Ouyang Jiong's "Qingping Music"