Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, two orioles singing green willows ~
On the side of the ancient road outside the pavilion, a line of egrets soared into the sky ~
Car support, Ma Xiaoxiao, February spring breeze is like scissors ~
The sky is grey and wild, and a pear tree overwhelms Haitang ~
It's natural!
Don't blame me for not reminding you that ancient poetry was burned and the high-energy god in front was brainwashed!
See if you can remember some original poems.
Wear leather in the morning, wear yarn in the afternoon, and stop near Qinhuai restaurant at night.
Businessmen don't know how to hate their country and eat watermelons around the stove.
A burst of strong women in business who came at me was stupid and cute …
Sitting up critically ill, smiling and asking where the guest came from.
The kennel was raided by the goddess, right …
The old man talks about juvenile madness: Zuo Qinglong, right white tiger!
Kill Matt and restore the ancient style!
Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky to the colorful sea?
* * * Spicy folk songs are our expectation, and singing all the way is the most self-sufficient and self-sufficient existence!
Don't sleep. Get up. Let's get up. Hey!
Before the first emperor started his business, the middle road collapsed. In the second year, everything will be prosperous.
He was also the first emperor of evil deeds ~
As soon as I heard that my daughter was coming, I cheered up and went to Qingchi! Sister, as soon as I heard that Sister was coming, I hung up the Southeast Branch!
Girl, you don't like your family very much, you know …
When I went out laughing, no one knew it was litchi.
Low-key ... introverted ... just want to be a quiet handsome man ...
There was a road service in Shushan, and from then on, the hero shed tears on his skirt.
There is nothing to say in this paragraph … I am already a reading dog … I feel it myself …
Time is easy to throw people away. Time is a knife to kill pigs.
When I found that time began to make me ugly, I refused.
When I leave home, I can tell whether I am a man or a woman.
Mom, I'm home.
I don't know what happened, but it was deep. If you fail again, you will be exhausted.
This is love, I don't know …
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, and when disaster strikes, we go our separate ways.
All right, stop messing around. Let's recite an ancient poem seriously.
The hut was broken by the autumn wind, okay?
All right.
Then it's coming ~
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, old and weak. They can look at each other like thieves, walk into the bamboo forest with their hair on their backs, walk into the snowdrift on Tianding Road and flash back to where they came from, but I can't see you, leaving only his hoofprint ~
Huh? It doesn't seem right? !
Tell me when the painting style changed again! ! ! →_→
I don't know! Yeah!
Source: China News Network