Who is going to Suzhou today?
A pillow of autumn frost and a bronze mirror are cold, and two lines of tears are warm.
Pick the yarn in the east corner, Sang Yu has no brocade handkerchief.
Nagato doesn't hide the Golden Temple, and Shushan has a sense of being a sword fairy.
Before the dust flies, blame the dragon.
There is resentment of Yunfu city on the top, and there is a shadow of the tower on the bottom.
At the end of the year, the silk and bamboo withered and the string broke.
Moss slightly masks the copper hairpin and gently inserts the purple jade by hand.
The hidden box of fish intestines is not light, and the magic flower is finally lost.
Who planted the evening fragrance Yongyangfang, who hid the silver needle world of mortals.
Blowing flowers and unforgettable purple clothes, how do young people know that they are crazy?
The dental plate sings low eyebrows, and Lampard remembers the old makeup.
The shadow of sinking sand weaves wind and rain, and the lost water inherits the rivers and lakes.
Who forgot the tall building first, only to find that Beimang was late.
Looking at the mountains and rivers in the southeast and protecting the city in the northwest.
I was lonely for three thousand years in my last life, and I don't know if I will be together for a short time in this life.
I lost my beauty for Iraq and knew nothing about burning poetry and tears.
You can refer to it, but it was written by others themselves.