The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
This life is not a good night. Where to see the bright moon next year?
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
"Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu
Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
A winter night's book "Don Wang Wei"
Winter nights are cold and eternal. Night leakage and palace hair. The grass is white and frosted. Wood decay clarified the moon.
Beautiful clothes reflect faded faces. Zhu Deng shines brightly. There are still very few Han families. Gu Ying is embarrassed to pay homage.