Ancient women's wedding poems (1) Golden parrot in hand, phoenix embroidered chest. Steal an eye and make a dark appearance. Might as well marry a mandarin duck.
Ancient women's wedding poems (2) Spring outing, I want to marry her, apricot flowers blow all over my head. Rest for life. Whoever is young in a foreign land and who is mercilessly abandoned is full of romance. Don't be ashamed.
Ancient women's wedding poems (3) Peach blossoms are good, Zhu Yanqiao, phoenix robe mandarin duck coat. Spring is just right, willow branches are reborn, the sun is shining outside the city, and there are birds singing in front of the window, which is wonderful and wonderful. The east wind sends, the clouds greet, and there is a silver hairpin and a gold bead screen. Pour sake, add red candle, beautiful and graceful, beautiful and light makeup, pretty and pretty.
Poetry of ancient women getting married (4) Peach flies away and burns its glory. The girl is going to get married and be happy at her husband's house. Did peaches have an F when they died? Actually. The girl is going to get married, and the heir who gave birth early is going to make a fortune. Peach dies, its Stand Ye zh ē nē. The girl is getting married, and Comix is in harmony.
Poetry of ancient women getting married (5) The days in the East. Peter's son is in my room. In my room. Come with me. The moon in the east. The other son is in my heart. I'm embarrassed. I'm embarrassed