Handwritten newspapers with pictures of ancient poems are concise and beautiful.

85. Wu's "Garden Song"

Dinghu abandoned the world that day and defeated the enemy to take Yumenguan to Beijing.

Mourning the six armies, rushing to the crown and anger is beautiful.

Beauty is not my love, but the thief died of famine.

Electric anti-pornography towels will gather in Montenegro, and crying will meet relatives.

When we first met, we passed Tian Dou's house and danced with Hou Sang Men like flowers.

Xu Jiangjiang is waiting for Ji Kong, waiting for the general's tanker.

Luo Qi, a small demon with a round face, lives in Huanhua, Suzhou.

Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king.

I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door.

When the oars in the horizontal pond fly away, where will the rich family take them home?

At this moment, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes.

Smoked days are full of enthusiasm, and no one cherishes bright eyes and white teeth.

Catch back to Yongxiang's house and teach the new voice to be crooked.

The guest flies to the red sun, who is the sad string suing?

White is the smallest, pick flowers and branches and review them repeatedly.

Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way?

I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes.

It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an.

The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon.

Then wrap the green beads around the rope first, and call the crimson tree out of the fence.

But for the victory of all the soldiers, they would have won the battle.

The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock.

Candles greet the battlefield, and red marks are all over your face.

Specially recruited Xiao Gu to ride thousands of times on Qinchuan and Jinniu Road.

Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset.

The news spread all over the red country, and the tallow was frosted for ten degrees.

The solo prostitute is still in pity, and the companion of Huansha remembers her peers.

The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix.

Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers.

At that time, I was just tired of fame, and my family name was continued.

A bead of sorrow is thin on the mountainside.

Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.

Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous.

The wife should be a big deal, but the hero is helpless and affectionate.

The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and a generation of red makeup shone with history.

Don't you see, the pavilion baby began to stay in the mandarin duck, and Yue Nv as a flower is not enough.

Birds sing in the dust of the incense trail, and people in the gallery go to the moss.

Wan Li moved to the palace in sorrow, and Gu Liangzhou danced beads and sang songs.

I won't sing martial arts songs for you, and the Hanshui River flows southeast day and night.