The history of Jinge Iron Horse;
Small bridges and flowing water live leisurely;
Golden hall,
King's landing, the mountains and rivers are silent.
Yue Fei is determined to serve the country,
Qin Supreme swept six kings,
Zhao junan is under Hu Tian.
A thousand years later,
How worried our predecessors were,
How many changes have taken place in ancient and modern times,
History is recorded on paper,
The loaded notes overflowed with ink.
The book garden is fragrant,
There are many literati and poets,
These books are full of ink,
Read the history of migration from ancient times to modern times.
The smell of paper and ink,
I think it's the seniors who complain about grief.
A piece of paper records all the past and present,
Shen Shen's Pregnant Child has a long and elegant book.
Starting in the morning,
The sound is read in the ear,
China has a long history of thousands of years.
This book is meaningful and timeless.
The sandstorm reappeared,
It was when teenagers were studying.
Mo Xiang's modern poems 2 Mo Yan's youth v. frivolity,
The purpose is to establish heaven and earth in the heart.
The original model still exists,
Fame spreads far and wide, boasting about Tianshan Mountain.
Sunset red, sunset flying.
The smoke from cooking made the old woman very tired.
In early autumn, the breeze welcomes fasting,
The sun belongs to the moon, and people are haggard.
Year after year,
Get together and dream together.
If bosom friends are about the same age,
Soul flies with dreams, no regrets.
The sun shines, the moon sings Tanabata,
The magpie fairy dances with self-pity.
Farewell, dream reincarnation,
Two souls invaded the drunken galaxy.
Nothing can be done,
Queqiaozi is nothing.
The world is looking for a bosom friend,
The lights are dim, and the dream is once.
Let the rain beat on the west window,
The night wind awakens the sleepless flowers.
Missing the elderly is a kind of famine,
Tears of infatuation spilled on my skirt.
The breeze has been bleak for months.
Infatuation, etc.
Time flies like water.
Cherish your life without regrets.
Meet on Tanabata and get drunk together.
Heaven and earth wish * * *
It's tiring to be locked in love.
He who sees through the world of mortals breaks his heart.
Wake up after midnight and have a dream.
Tears spilled on the pillow and wet it.
Empty dreams are all resentment.
Laugh, cry and hate.
Love has been true since ancient times.
Moxiang Modern Poetry 3 Grateful Meeting, Cherish Having You.
Just because I like words.
Let's do it together.
Thick ink fragrance
Stick us together tightly.
The beauty of a poem
Get us drunk in the picture.
I thank God for his concern.
Let me meet the most beautiful you.
I will spend my life with feelings.
Care about this strange fate
Thick ink fragrance
Let's wrap our fingers around the incense.
A poem plays a melody.
In a gorgeous poem
Step on the elegant rhyme
Singing and laughing all the way
Sprinkle a handful of ink flowers, and the spring is charming.
Dancing tang style Song Yu
Shake out the beauty of Jiangnan
Let the mountains and rivers be beautiful
Brew sky blue
Thick ink fragrance
Let's join hands and stay together all the way.
Pick up the most beautiful words
Decorate the world of love
Let a wisp of ink get drunk and warm Jiangnan
Carve life as round as jade
Let time become fragrant.
Bloom our magnificent and peculiar faces.
Let the world be wonderful because of us
Let the ink bloom
Ignite love
Condensed into the most beautiful picture of Danqing.
Light ink, sprinkled all over the square.
A rose in bud
Beauty of the four seasons
A persistent heart
Embroidered with beautiful years
Let's hug.
Holding a wisp of ink
The drunkenness of embroidered flowers
Let the spring breeze push the flowers to bloom.
Let love blossom.
Open a unique charm.
Moxiang Modern Poetry 4 Find a quiet place.
It's complicated to unload your heart.
Let the tired soul enjoy it.
A period of silence
Let the soul bathe in
A faint ink book in the sea
Fragrant words piled up one by one.
Different scenery
Look at the amazing lakes and mountains.
Swaying and fragrant, swirling
The weeping willows by the lake after the melting of ice and snow.
Yuanyang wandering in the middle of the lake
Feel ashamed
A lush stranger in summer
A gorgeous figure danced among the colorful flowers.
Smile in the drizzle
He dumped countless stupid men.
How many beautiful women envy and hate?
In the sunset
Red maple leaves are affectionate.
Waiting to see old friends again.
The full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival broke the sadness of homesickness.
I can't express my endless love.
Bypass countless vagrants
The pace of return
In the romantic chapter of falling snow and enjoying plum blossoms
Yiren hong Zhuang rou Qing
On the moonlit night at Bridge 24
Sing shallow and sing low.
The sound of the piano floated leisurely.
Warm winter and loneliness.
Close the beautiful scenery of flowers in four seasons.
The night outside the window is slowly pulling down the curtains.
My mind is still immersed in
In the ancient rhyme
Rain man's fallen flowers are very quiet.
Gently fall on the brow.
Charming autumn leaves are accompanied by falling snowflakes.
Floating in my heart
In the dark night
The pace is surprisingly light.
Soft moonlight in the sky
Put a veil on me.
Dance to your heart's content.
Hidden in the arms of poetry.
The flying butterfly was scented with ink.
Fly out
Obsessed with moonlight
dance lightly and gracefully
stare blankly
Feel deeply
Books can produce fragrance without the sigh of flowers.
Only the ocean of words.
Is to purify the mind.
The best bath pool