Quail day? The dream of the world of mortals is floating.
Author: such as dust
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I met the pear garden for the first time.
Jade bone, ice muscle, full of moonlight, a glimpse of dusk.
Bright lights and delicate water. Blurred, blurred, breezy.
Affectionate is a swallow in front of the court, whispering into my heart.
Miss each other
In the misty rain, the distant mountains are hidden in the powder.
A pool of dreams in the middle of the lake, lovesickness in both places prevails.
Clouds and mist are lingering. Raise the wine for a few days.
Changting also has a western song. Clear water is longer and more melancholy.
Janice M.Vidal
Butterflies are flying in the east small garden, and new lotus flowers stand charming in the pond.
Affectionate willow shadows are sparse, and freehand brushwork is fragrant.
The stars are silent and the moon melts. Yingying speaks at the window and enters the curtain.
Qingge is the song of thinking of good guests, and the quiet night is the quiet night.
be reluctant to part
Beida geese fly in autumn, and the cold can't stop the night.
The wind sang reeds on the lake, and the rain beat maple leaves in the mountains.
Remember to meet each other when you are sad to leave. Long beach is ten miles long.
Who sighs the charm of Li Ting? It became a dream.
Frightened geese
On the other side of the dike, the chrysanthemum is red in the evening, and the faint fragrance brings cool breeze.
The moon on the horizon is like frost and the eyes are like wine.
The stars are thin and the shadows are dark. Thousands of miles shocked.
Broken bridges and thin willows fall, geese return to their homes and think about everything.
A floating/short life
Fallen leaves are dancing in the evening breeze, and a misty rain cage is in the sky.
Striking strings and making bamboo in front of the winding path court, the sword sounds and loosens the bottom of the valley.
Affection is beautiful, and its meaning is endless. Nine songs in the ileum are the same as the monarch.
I have tasted all the flavors in the world, but I have forgotten them.
Human world
If the castle peak is in the blue sky, the sound of the flute will faint into the curtain.
Looking back at the sea, I sat and watched the sunset turn red with a smile.
People are misty and shadows are in a hurry. The flowers suddenly bloomed eastward.
The morning bell and the evening drum are chaotic, and the mirror is hollow.
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