Qiu Lai Valentine's Day lovers' party, yesterday's tears were exchanged.
The breeze was cool and finally soaked outside the street.
What do you mean by sorrow mountain? Sex pays the ox and the ox get drunk.
Looking at the beautiful days ahead, I helped the king solve his lovesickness in vain.
It is said that the weaver girl doesn't need books. At first glance, flowers are blooming and the larger foe is broken.
Xiaoyu is a beautiful face, and you won't know the rest until you take away the fiber.
In the smoke on the first floor, good rain filled the bridge.
Lush, my own children are afraid of being unfamiliar.
Smoke, green fog, heavenly palace scattered, full of flowers are fairy flowers.
Overlooking the human fire, there is no worry about drought under the flowers and the moon.
It's a pity that the dust is hard to see the moon and the trees are wet.
Affectionate roses bloom one after another, and the flowers are still warm in summer.
There is a river in lovers' hearts. How to spend it after summer?
Leaves like flowers and leaves, and separation is always like Hà Thu.
People also cherish the spring to come, but they are lonely.
The rain is hard to send, and the original poet is full of meaning.
Fortunately, immortals are not old, and they are not worried about the impermanence of colors.
Qiu Lai always sighs in autumn, but beauty dries up at dusk.
The distant Milky Way is dark, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl want to have fun.
The dragon is raining lightly, and the dark clouds cover the front.
The bridge shed is connected into an auspicious painting pavilion, and the feathers are arranged into beautiful autumn fans.
Its moments of beauty quickly slow down, and Tanabata is only today.