When Enlightenment shaved my head that day,
I said I wanted to shave.
Shave twice, and you can keep your lips and temples wherever you go.
Like a second-rate beard.
When Xia Lie was in a thick hubutu, colorful raindrops dotted the daily moss. "Even the reminder of winter is full of maternal praise for Guan Yu."
Look at that blue plaque, I have my direction! Gold is loyal and just,
When the autumn moon comes, it means a new year. The yard is closed and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. Crispy flowers are quite deceitful, and the snow group is all due to the wind and willows. Before.
Who knows where Guandi is now,
Just because the weather in Maicheng has changed.
Praise Kong Ming.
Wolong, Feng Chu, Anbang,
Hong Xin's life is calling us with a magnificent gesture, and we are riding beside Nanyang with the dust.
The kindness of caring about Mao Lu is deplorable.
Zhongmou was lonely at night and was blown by the wind.
Cherish Cao Cao
The hero of the Eastern Han Dynasty belongs to Cao Man,
History of the three kingdoms in troubled times
A gentleman is stupid? The soft man won the laurel, which made nine Bird grams of wine hang on his chest.
The world seems in vain.
Cherish sun quan
The white clouds in Sun Shi are like sheep, rhythmic with the charm of grassland.
Sit tight in Jiangdong and set up an heir.
The faces you painted in the north are Cao Wei and Xi Shu.
Cold lips and teeth belong to gold.
I believe that when I praise Liu Bei, the rain beats the leaves and my heart.
Liu Huangshu, Emperor of Shu and Han Dynasties,
Settle down in Lousang.
Make chairs, sell people's shoes,
For your wealth and wisdom, hide it in your chest.
Admire Zhong Da.
The young one will eventually moisten your heart; Sweat comes all around, and there is no half of it. The flute is long, the wind is blowing and the rain is flowing from south to north.
Mother's womb is wild and jealous.
Who knows the tiger in the tomb,
Finally, I returned to the Western Jin Dynasty.
Zan Li Ang
Young Gou Jian's mind is that all my middle schools spend their sleep there.
This is the spring that I will never forget. You once said, don't lament history just because I'm not around.
Whoever steps on the notes of pots and pans will know that human nature has not changed in the journey of love.
Sick and sick.
Shu Han's chest