The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. Nobody cares about Hengyang goose. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home. Ran Yan didn't return to nothing. The pipe strength is covered with frost. People are insomnia. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Imperial Street Tour (Nostalgia in Autumn)
The fallen leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Every year tonight, the flowers on the moon are like practice, and people are thousands of miles long.
I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The afterglow of the lamp extinguished the pillow. Know the taste of loneliness. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Connect the silver lamp (at the same table as Ouyang Gong)
Last night, I read Book Records. Laugh at Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei. Exhausted organs, in vain, only three minutes of the world. I thought about it carefully, and the argument was like * * * and Liu Ling were drunk.
The world is not a hundred years old. Less dementia and aging. Only in the middle, some teenagers, endure the name floating. One smells like a daughter, asking how to avoid gray hair.
Set off a storm (from Er Fu Town to Baihuazhou pro-unification camp)
Luo Qi is full of spring. Baihuazhou seeks incense. Puying □ Huahua Yingpu. Endless land. Suddenly I entered Taoyuan Road.
Don't blame Shan Weng for talking about leisure. A moment of fame and fortune. The warbler knows the new sound, and the butterfly knows the dance. Talent and. Arguments make me sad and unhappy.