This is a lonely building.
Joe jumped with joy when he moved his heart.
Silk of banyan tree and its charm.
Get up and look west near the window, and the rape fields are contiguous.
Sit by the window and listen to the whistle in spring.
When I was young, my schoolwork was as heavy as a mountain and I never stopped writing. I thought bees were not far from butterflies.
If you have fun, you will be happy. There are many idylls in the square inch of the pen tip on the paper.
Six floors don't go to heaven, and the road to poverty and happiness doesn't climb.
A dozen skyscrapers can hold your eyelids, so what if you hold your head high?
Look up and enjoy yourself, and the fog flows in your eyes.
I finally looked out, and the neon green trees returned to the sky.
High-speed rail replaces trains, and real estate encroaches on fertile land.
Skyscrapers block rainbows, and noise destroys dreams.
The window is afraid of falling, and time waits for no one.
Find a ferry, find a ferry, and go over the mountains.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and start dreaming.
Learn five willows first, then plant all the windows.
Trees don't plant, camels grow.
The Spring Festival calls me young.
Jasmine smells good in summer, and you sleep soundly.
Haitang still can't sleep at night
Plum blossoms did not disappear after winter.
Wind and rain are on the same stage, accompanied by four seasons.
At first, the mountain breeze in Wan Ren wrinkled a pool of spring water.
Half an acre of flowers has not arrived, and Pengmen only cares about friends.
Look at him starting from Zhulou, watching him entertain guests and watching his building collapse.
The heart only has swallows under the eaves, the heart only has flowers on branches, and the heart only has windows and moons.