it is the golden well of the pulley, full of bricks and stones and falling flowers. Suddenly, when we meet, it's hard to be sure. Who saves? Who saves? From then on, the light shadow was tattooed.
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in the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old hatred and new love are half. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow is red with tears.
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Konoha is returning home. Where is the waning moon and the breeze? The news is half-floating, and I am homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. Half of the westerly wind blows away the mountain of Sauvignon Blanc < P >, and the water makes a journey, and the body goes to the other side of the customs, and the lights are on at night.
when the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of breaking the hometown fails, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
Huanxisha
What line of a tearful red note reminds charming birds to be afraid of opening the window, which makes them have a better time.
the barrier is tired of looking at gold and jade paintings, and Luo Yi is not resistant to water and agarwood. The slant eyebrow spectrum is only ordinary.
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the rainy days are full of cold worries, so how can we return to apricot blossoms? Last year, the high bucket was light.
If you make the stove smoke with purple sleeves, the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
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who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window. Meditate on the past and set the sun setting.
being drunk makes you sleep hard, and gambling makes you splash tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
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the lotus leaves three candles and a half, and the apricot blossoms are slightly wet and light, so it's boring to send red beans?
Spring scenery is as thick as wine, and when you return home, you will feel as confident as a tide. Who will do it when you leave your soul at night?
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who got the news about frost rejection? The two rows of slanting geese are blue and eternal, and the scenery in late autumn is bleak.
Silver and garlic curtain people are silent, while jade hairpin knocks candles and believes in nothing. Yellow flowers are also near Chongyang.
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the rain stopped, and the tears of the phoenix tree were collected at first, so I felt sorry for myself and recalled the beginning, and I hated the old romance.
The Peach Blossom Man has gone, but the moss remains empty. Where are the eyebrows like a hook?
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I saw begonia in Fengshi Garden in the western suburbs, and I was deeply impressed by the memory of incense and strict words.
It's not pitiful for anyone who is wandering. The old tourist season is full of flowers, and the heartbroken people go through the years.
it rains only when it's faint red, and the evening wind sweeps away the sideburns. Before the sunset, the soul is gone.
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It's similar to the previous sentence "It's rainy and it's cold", and it's recorded in the engraving "Xijiao".
how can I be more anxious when I wake up after drinking? Last year, the high bucket was light.
the night rain has turned thin, and the prosperity is like a dream. Where in the world can you ask affection?
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If you want to ask Jiang Mei how thin she is, you can only look at how worried she is about the Cui Luo skirt, and how cold the musk deer is.
But when it's cold in the evening and you lean on bamboo for a long time, you can teach Chun not to open the door. Loquat flower is a school scholar.
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half of the setting sun goes down to the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't worry if you lean on the fence.
There was a Yingying who rode a horse, and her makeup was light and her clothes were romantic. See people shy but turn back.
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sleepy and self-supporting, when the cicada leans down the curtain, it hurts the small waist at night.
Far-reaching letters don't return to wait in vain, but the details of the secluded period are uneven. What is more resistant to thinking?
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In May, the wheat in the south of the Yangtze River was thin, and it rained lightly in Huangmei season, watching the swallows teach the chicks to fly.
The water is as dark as a painting, and the peaks are innocent and sunny. Who is the only one who goes to Fish Town?
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the residual snow condenses and glows and draws a cold screen. It's already midnight when the plum blossoms are falling and the flute is playing, and no one is anywhere in the moon.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbroken.
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I'm dizzy and the flowers are wet, and I'm worried all my life, and my dreams are in the distant mountain building.
The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbor's call to comb her hair.
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in the five-character poem, the eyes are at first sight, and the disabled are taught to fold the scholar, and the hand is crony.
I've been pining and worrying for years after I left my heart and dreams. The sunset is still small and bright.
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remember that it's hard to say goodbye to the long strip. Yingying has been separated from the Silver Bay since then, and there will be no snow and destruction.
when will the bluebird cut the brocade, and the jade worm will spring overnight. Can't help but work hard.
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Beigukou
A thousand willows send horseshoes, and the geese come to the north and fly to the south. Who among the guests will exchange spring clothes?
when I die, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I have just said goodbye to you for a long time.
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I walked to the side of Yunshan. The north wind blew off the neighing of horses, and it was far away in late autumn.
a touch of smoke in the evening is a waste of time to defend the base, and the half pole is inclined to the old customs city. When is the ancient and modern hatred flat?
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Wan Li Yinshan Wan Li Sha, who will fight the frost with the green temples? Over the years, half of them are in the end of the world.
The soul and dream are inseparable from the golden melody, drawing pictures and showing jade crow forks. Have pity and lose a penny.
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Geng Shen's night
It's cool to collect leisure, and the dance skirt still remembers Zhezhi red. Who is waiting for the spring breeze?
bamboo leaves flip colorful swallows, and nine lights quiver with golden worms. The romantic end is close to the heavens.
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Hongqiao reminisces about the past and Wang Ruan rhymes
There is no harm in flowing water every year, and a sound of water shortens the pavilion and autumn, and the bright moon shines in Yangzhou in the old days.
where is the melancholy river going? Green poplar is thin and sad. So far, it advocates the bamboo west building.
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Feng Ji threw the grass in autumn, and the wet moon was cold and silent. At that time, there was a deep alliance on Tanabata.
I believe that the feather clothes are passed on, but I regret teaching Luo socks to send the whole city. The rain bell is sung in the air.
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the heartbroken spot has not been returned, and the embroidered screen locks the cold of the phoenix flute. There are endless dreams in a spring.
it's difficult to care about the grass. It won't be ruined.
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write Luo Shen gently, knowing that smiling is a deep frown, ten days and poor spring.
cover up the thin cold and apply soft barriers, and hold the weaving shadow to take advantage of the fragrance. Inability inadvertently incense dust.
The twelve red curtains are deep, so they move and sigh, and the weather in sunny days is precious and light.
the bead is wrapped in a pouch, and Baochai is distracted by her bun. Decide why the lapel is wet.
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it is easy to smell the fragrance close to the painting screen, and the numerous branches shadow half the window. The storm is too narrow to pity your mother.
I'm still disappointed when I haven't heard the language, but I'm just starting to do business. It's just that the moon is bright tonight.
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for eighteen years, I've fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing the core and making ice strings, and who can send my affectionate feelings to?
the purple jade hairpin has an oblique lamp shadow, and the red cotton powder is cold on the side of the pillow. Look at the benefits but be silent.
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Send a message to Yan Sunyou
Arrange the appointment tube at the side of the Oudang Bridge, and go to Wuhu East with Dorothy. It's too easy to have a pen bed and a tea stove.
there is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is even more elegant and magnolia. Thrushcross is free to draw hibiscus.
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want to worry.