The double-book bamboo shoots are lightly provoked, the birds peck the wind chimes, and the beads are broken. One column and one string touch each other, and the incarnation is willing to play the piano.
Pan-fried in the middle of the night, Emperor Yangdi is elegant. If I pass by your house for tea in a sheep cart, I will say so.
The drum and spirit of Hunan and Hubei love are good. A talented person and a beautiful woman are a soul. I swear to endure grief and sadness, there are no tears in blue.
Denton Perrin is my teacher. He is like a river and a sea. Zhu Xianxiu is a beautiful woman, who is lonely and who is angry?
Gog Zheng Ming, in heavy makeup, sat there, ashamed to laugh artificially for him. You can't be busy all day, thousands of people are dancing.
Few people live alone in blowing sheng, thinking about the past with tears in their eyes. If the shortcomings are not easy to make up, they will repay the emperor's feelings of refining stones.
The eyes are broken into a bowl of tears, and the soul is better than ten poems. It's better to be lovesick than to meet, and everything is beautiful before the time.
Many talented women are sacred mountains, and they are not necessarily rainy clouds in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The only song of meeting each other after a brief encounter is not to teach red tears to fall into Hunan skirts.
Empty Qin girls are all blowworkers, and they rise and fall alone in Tianmen. Zhou Lang doesn't have a thin shirt in spring, so he has no face to cross the second bridge when selling wine.
Dead, Yantai was abolished and returned to Lang for no reason. The yellow crane flies thousands of miles alone, so there is no need to be sad. It is entrusted to Qin Zheng.