The coldness of the newborn put me in banpo village.
The wind, opening the old pain, should be called peach blossom robbery.
Shake the pink and draw a crimson little lip.
Come out from the courtyard, go to Yanshan Pavilion first.
Re-enter the south alley
Yu Meiren has just turned eighteen and has a beautiful heart.
Abandoned the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Su Muzhe is holding a prune.
Intentional eyes are like out-of-print butterflies.
Whose ribbon knot is lovelorn, a wisp of acacia
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
At this time, Zhu Yingtai is near, the hill is far away, and the Xijiang River is cold.
Yulouchun leaps to Chang 'an every year.
I only suffer from Niannujiao and magpies stepping on flowers.
Help the one who has always been narcissistic.
Cherish red, be good at dancing with long sleeves and wipe tears once.
Until the jade butterfly flies far away, looking at the broken place, the clouds collect rain and rest.
Push open the first window
A romantic child, a sea breeze blowing in jade bone.
Push open the other window.
An Gongzi, half a hat collects residual rain.
Waiting for the night, a new moon shrouded the capital and came out.
Ten thousand washing mallets suddenly stopped beating.
The soothsayers came from sleepless dreams, playing sycamore trees and visiting the palace at night.
The Tang Dynasty passed away, and a phalanx crouched there.
Culture is called personality.
Xi people call it Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
Where is the washing machine? ]
I can't forget the way she washes clothes.
White legs soaked in water.
A lock of hair swung on his forehead.
She looks like the person in the photo.
The pond took many photos of her.
There is an arm that she combs her hair and wipes her sweat.
Her eyes are walking on the water.
One March, when she stayed in a pair of dimples.
And the figure of her hanging clothes by the pond.
Maybe the pond is a beautiful concentration place.
Her soul chose a clean home.
I volunteered to save a drowning child.
When she was picked up, the bare place was white.
Like a banner paper
The water in the pond is crying.
I also cried in the crowd.
I think the village is pitiful again.
From then on, I lost a beautiful sister.
Should I come back now or walk around the pond?
Sometimes she would sit on the bluestone where she had sat.
As before, the water floated up layer by layer.
What about the man who washed clothes? Has she been here?
Xu Fan
The beauty of Xu Fan is the beauty of a pure woman.
I've always wanted to see her, but I haven't got it yet.
Actually, I lived very close to her when I was a child.
Separated by a wall
Her family lives in my house in Xishang Racecourse.
Live here at Xishang Racecourse.
Later, she became popular and her husband sang along.
Made a lot of acclaimed and box-office movies.
I like her performance in Tsing Yi.
In the play, she fell in love with the play, and outside the play, I fell in love with Xiao Yu Qiu Yan in the play.
Listen to her voice with cotton candy and shout melon over and over again.
Think about it, men are sometimes shaped by women.
I went to see the Tangshan earthquake recently.
My friend rubbed his heart-shaped eyes and asked, Are you crying?
I said, don't want to cry. Just loose eyes.
The mood is not yet brewing.
It burst into tears.
My hands are too weak to cover up.
The fingers are full of rivers.
Friend enlighten: You can go to Xu Fan and ask her to wipe your tears.
I said: you are poor, she is a big star.
The friend said: What happened to the star?
The star should know that there is a famous saying in China that he who tied the bell must untie it.
I think it's reasonable. I'm going to find Xu Fan.
Xu Fan stood there with a handkerchief, watching straight.
I meet the past, close.
Suddenly, she knelt down like in the movie, which was thrilling.
Unprepared, I opened my eyes.
Tears like found the riverbed, freely dripping down.
Cotton candy again.
My own eyes, my own tears
Save it.
You have met an emotional society.
There are many things that need to be shed. Don't overdraw
Learn to keep flowing.
Then I turned around and twisted my arm. Good pain
Only then do I know that dreams are sometimes the same as reality.