There is no snow to welcome the spring, and there is no shadow of duckweed;
As pure as ice, as pure as love.
Two poems, all covered with frost marks, died in this life, in late spring.
Poetry one; A thousand times, I'm worried, all kinds of entanglements. Lips are slightly fragrant and elegant, and plum blossoms are heavy. You are a song in the national wind. A thousand years later, the dream is still rainy and spent on the Huansha River. Tingting, the phantom of the opera, is charming and moving, lagging behind her predecessors; Sing a lovesick song: it is difficult for a beauty to sing Wu Gong to suppress national subjugation and hate. There are many leaks, and there are always worries and curtains. Once the lead is washed away. When you are drunk, you will be ashamed, and when you are drunk, you will be ashamed. Poetry six. Fingers are like blue, soft, looking through the water, dim sunshine. Sadness is hard to say, but it's hard to say. Poetry three. All kinds of customs are playing the flute, not worrying about anyone, not hating parting for anyone, not crying for anyone: beautiful birds are singing in the branches, falling flowers are like spring rain, flowers are full of branches, jade fingers are swaying in the wind, and the enchanting world of mortals is even more picturesque and smiling, but you are invited to embrace the beautiful woman and cross the Millennium Bridge to admire others and me. Why not get drunk today? Hu solo, how to miss each other. At the end of the sword gate, smoke rises, fireflies flow layer by layer, and winter is lonely everywhere; . Full moon and flashy cold: jade bone, the beauty of ice muscle, lingering dreams, Hanwang lovesickness also supports. The stars shine in the distance, and the geese are silent? The most helpless, show eyebrow want to laugh? The sound of dust is like a dream, which makes me feel more sad. A pipa burst into tears, and I sang Jiangge, and the dangerous building sighed. Beauty has an appointment, endure the cold night: beauty looks back in Tangshan misty rain and falls in love with your gentleness. Zilan vaguely depicts your delicate voice in the breeze, and she can't get rid of her love for the shore. Can't she take it away in Jiangnan three years ago? Tears flow a thousand times. Your kindness is not as good as Fan Lang's. You can't sleep, and you can't sleep. For whom, you teach beauty to take the fall: the years of beauty makeup make people worry about beauty. A person burns incense and sighs. Yue Bai is always under the moon. The red makeup is light and the flowers are reflected: praise people, climb the stairs, lament the long way, smile and turn duckweed, the glaze color is heavy and worried, and smile like water. Poem 7: Three thousand clouds are like waterfalls: Yan Meiren bathes in night lights and shines all around. The petals of Yan luxury bath pool overlap and are filled with intoxicating fragrance. The waitress stood on both sides of the bathtub with silver plates. Her eyes were blurred and a drop of sweat fell on her forehead. The red gauze on her shoulder exposed her white arm. Her soft wrist tilted like a jade tube, and her breasts fluctuated under the breath of transpiration. The ruddy face is slightly exposed in the pores, and the feet like white jade slowly enter the center of the bath. Soft hands gently rubbed on the shoulders, and long black hair was wet on the jade milk on the chest, holding a wisp of pool water and slapping it on the face. Putting down her posture and lying on her back in the middle of the water, she turned over and stirred up a wave of flowers, which broke through the petals in the pool and sucked into the drunken bath. The face is new, pure and flawless, and it is meaningful to win a beauty bath. The most beautiful heart can never be expressed. She wore a strange dress and shone on a bronze mirror. She is happy with her beautiful face. She felt sorry for her inexplicable feelings. It's hard to die. It's hard to live like autumn in today's poetry. Poem 8: Beautiful women miss you, and Melissa Zhou is full of people. Self-admiration, all pay Xiao He reincarnation. In the west, the old friend in Yangguan is far away and looks handsome; What is the guess of love? Jiangnan jiangbei love, this time again. What about dominating the world? It seems that the smile is like Zhao, but who knows, tender feelings are like water, and the flowers bloom slowly, how can time pass? It is difficult to save a beautiful woman's life. The past is like smoke, and the water wrinkles. It's hard to continue this statement, isn't it? Poetry four