Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wen
Genre: Five Elements
Content:-
Recalling the opening of Kaiyuan Day, tranquility is better than travel. The imperial concubine is specially transported, and the son of heaven is rich in spring and autumn.
Moonlight Nishang Hall, air-dried and ancient building. Cockfighting flowers cover your knees and scratch your head on horseback.
Embroidered hub thousand prostitutes, golden saddle Wan Huhou. A thin cloud flies over a sparrow fan, and a light snow makes a mink.
Everyone knows Shao Yun, and everyone knows its crown. If you don't feel the breath and spring, the smoke will be warm and difficult to collect.
Sharon and Wen Qiong, the sun is shining. It is lazy to roll clothes, and it is shameful to look in the mirror.
Screen lotus curtain, curtain hook. The heavy pupil is divided into three curves, and the finger is in China.
The imperial case is obsessed with day lilies, and the robe is jealous of pomegranates. Deep rocks hide the phoenix, while fresh rocks charm the latent.
Unexpectedly, Handan lice, Russia has become a Jimo cow. The sword front is flying, and the flag flame blows the human-god.
My wife is with me and I sit in front of you. Yao Chai stays in the jade, and first frost is in Huaxiang.
When the smile is broken, the sweet soul cries. The early plum blossoms are worried about the Shu Road, and the tall trees are separated from the Zhao Mountain.
Zhu ge is close to the sky, and the sky is always sad. At this point, Tang Dianshui and Qijun flowed forward.
Title: Litchi
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zheng Gu
Content:-
Before anyone fell in love, Lishan met the imperial concubine. It is a waste for distance education students, but it is a pity to take it.
Catch the rosy clouds in the evening and bully you on sunny days. What do you love about Nan Huang? I forgot to come back for you.
Title: Horse
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Yu Juan
Genre: Ancient Five Dynasties
Content:-
I often pass by Ma Yi Yi and meet guests in front of the slope. One is from Tu Guifei, who gave birth to a daughter and worried about the country.
It's hibiscus, not as bright as autumn grass. At that time, if you married a man, you might as well have lost your head.