Shi Xiangyun is also very talkative. She can't stand Xiangling making him talk about poetry. She is getting more and more excited, day and night.
Tell me about it. Baochai said with a smile, "I really can't stand this noise. Girls' home, take poetry for example.
Do serious things for learned people to listen to, and laugh at yourself for not keeping your duty. Xiang Ling didn't make it clear, but she was partial.
You have added such a word to your pocket. What are you talking about? Du Gongbu how depressed, Wei Suzhou how indifferent?
Elegant, and how elegant and elegant, and Li Yishan's seclusion. There are two ready-made poets who don't know, mention those.
What do dead people do! Xiangyun said with a smile, "Who are those two people?" ? Good sister, you tell me. Baochai laughed.
"Stupid Xiangling is bitter, and crazy Xiangyun talks a lot." Xiangyun Xiangling laughed.
It should be this paragraph, the forty-ninth time in the glass world, snow, red plum, pink, fragrant baby cut fishy.