green ant fermented grains wine, red mud stove. Late to the snow, can drink a cup of nothing?
leisure and elegance make poor history.
look back at a smile and a hundred flowers, six palace pink no color.
a residual sun paved the water, half River, half river red.
in heaven willing to be a bird of prey, willing to be a branch in the earth.
old coming and many forgetful, only do not forget to Acacia.
the pillow is cold, see the window. The night knows the heavy snow, when it smells of bamboo.
wish to be a distant beast, step by step. I wish to be a deep mountain wood with branches and branches.
sometimes it takes forever.
the birth of the family, the death of the same cave dust.
the heart does not cross the face, from then on reminiscent.
love is the most hate for flowers without words.
luxury is a mess, but frugality is safety.
do not have a melancholy melancholy hate life, at this time no voice wins Sheng.
the ancient name is the treasure of the country, the millet and the virtuous.
the article is written for the time, and the poetry is composed of things.
do not have a deep sorrow, hate life, at this time no voice Sheng Sheng.
eye pain, lights out, dark sitting, against the wind blowing waves to hit the boat.
all over the mountains and snow in the evening.
the only way to get rid of the dark is not to reconciled with each other.
at the same time, the end of the world is reduced to people.
the sun rises and the river is red, the river is as green as the spring.
test jade to burn three days full, the material needs to wait for seven years.
the front door is cold and the horse is thin.
the book of the holy, care about the system.
the Nanpu is sad, the west wind curl up the autumn. Look at the broken intestine, so do not turn back.
noisy, cut and mixed shells, big beads, small beads fall jade plate.
test jade to burn three days full, only seven years.
the only West, the crowd only peony.
who knows Wang Houwai, do not have a happy person.
the casual environment, then forget the spirit of dust. When you know the real hermit, you don't have to be in the mountains.
the wildfire can not be burned, and the spring wind blows again.
poor body jacket is single, heart worry carbon cheap complain cold.
the fear of gossip on Zhou Gong, when Wang Mang was humble. If he died in the same year, who knew the true and false of his life?
the road is difficult, not in the water is not in the mountains, only in the human relationship.
when the screen suddenly breaks, the water will burst.
sometimes it takes forever.
the seedling of the speaker, the root of the walker.
people are not in love with wood and stone.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive.
after a thousand calls, we still have half a face to cover the pipa.
even if the chrysanthemum Huang family cooked, and Jun drunk.
it is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and the people of Quzhou are cannibalism.
the high is not necessarily good, the next is not necessarily foolish.
several early warblers fight for warm trees.
late to the snow, can drink a cup of no?
the shadow of the lamp is on the back, and Xiao Xiao is playing the window.
do not light up the sword, all the hook!
the field is less idle, in May, people are busy.
hate is better than tide, and faith is a deep sea.
one day is not seen in March, but seven months in a month.
for the sake of a gentleman's day, mistaken concubine for a hundred years; to send a silly little girl, be careful not to make light of your body.
into the vast vast, Zhi Tai heart transcendent.
the stump of the summer cicadas urging, the new autumn rain goose.
the same is the end of the world, why do we meet each other?
a cluster of dark flowers, ten families. ()
red sleeves weaving silk kaki kaki, green flag selling wine while pear.
at night, the dream is young.
you can't forget it. There is no love for the people.
chanting for thousands of ancient times, the voice of the four Yi.
today's hatred of the ancient hate bamboo and silk, a song of Liangzhou infinite love.
remember the ancient sky and go to Liangzhou today.
careful and thought, work diligently.
two spring days on the same day, people think of guests and guests.
the rotation axis of the string three two voices, before the melody is first emotion.
I read some people, separated in the far country. I have something to do with a deep gut.
old people to forget things, only do not forget to Acacia.
string coagulating finger throat voice stop, don't have deep feeling ten thousand heavy.
When you go out alone, you will see the wild fields.
I see a broken bowel, so do not turn back.