Year: Song Author: Say
Pour the beauty of the country, open the color shortage, move the son of heaven, and drop the three cardinal guides.
Although litchi smiles sweetly, Ma Jianpo urges it to die.
Get drunk with Jia He.
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The master of Kaiyuan in those days had both gains and losses.
Treating diseases is extremely tiring. I call myself infertile.
Since I got a concubine, Gan Kun has thrown it lightly.
Demon flowers are afraid of souls, and they should be a hundred feet away.
"Photos of Yang Fei getting on the horse"
Year: Song Author: Hu Zhonggong
In spring, he came home drunk, and the waiter helped embroider the saddle.
When the king turned back with a smile, Kensin hid his face on the slope.
Map of Yang Fei, Emperor of Ming Dynasty.
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The king held his sleeve and leaned against his charming face, with the same fingering and singing.
It is expected that Ma Wei will hate it forever, and it has already been in the flute.
"Another title is Yang Fei's" Mounting ".
Year: Song Author: Lou Jian
Golden saddle wants to go up slowly, and wants to see Huaqing spoiled from the beginning.
You shouldn't loiter on the road in late autumn.
A photo of Yang Fei riding a horse.
Year: Song Author: Qian Xuan
The Tang room is open to Taiping, and it is fortunate to be Huaqing every October.
At that time, I was too charming to follow Shu Lu.
Photo of Yang Fei taking a bath.
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The hot springs are warm and lubricated, the lingering fragrance is still there, and the hibiscus is red and radiant.
Baochai's righteous bun is auspicious, but she may not dress up when she is trapped.
It is better to fold your clothes and step on your side than to sleep in a begonia.
Who knows, Ying Xi Jin has given Hua Qing a bath.
Yang Fei
Year: Song Author: Zhen Shanmin
Saburo hides his face from Ma Weibo, but he can't do anything about life and death.
What do you hate about the earth station? Many bones were buried in Tongguan War.
Yang Feichun's sleeping picture
Year: Ming Author: Wei Xu
On the night of guarding the palace, the rouge arm fell, and the jade dragonfly was drunk.
The flowers floated out of the imperial wall with the wind, and no one knew that Yang Fei was sleeping.
The bottom of the soap gauze curtain is crimson, and a mass of ruby sinks in autumn water.
Painting can still move the world, so why blame the emperor?
If you want to talk, you can't get up. Shoot the parrot on the screen.
In order to ask where it rains in Ceng Fei in my dream, Huaqing's shadow is oblique.
Yang Feichun sleeps.
Year: Yuan Author: Yang Weizhen
After the swallows came to Chenxiang Temple, Saburo put flowers and willows in the drum.
Nishinomiya is the first place for people who are sleepy in spring, and Huaqing Pool is as warm as wine.
Snow limbs want to wear red roses, brocade crotch except tassels.
Shi Xiaolian couldn't hold her, but Cui rolled into a pear cloud.
The weight of the dragon bun is not as heavy as ten thousand, and the swallow hairpin falls half.
At night, the water in leaky cauldron is far away, and the shadow of the sun turns outside the curtain.
The pipa has not been urged, and the spring sleep is heavy.
I wonder how small it is. Sisu turned into a deer in her dream.