the late return boat, into the lotus root flower deep. Fighting, fighting, startled a shoal of sand herons.
lonely boudoir, the soft intestine one inch melancholy. At the time of spring and spring, a few raining rain.
afraid to leave the bitter, how many things, want to say also rest.
the wind to live the dust has been done, day and night tired comb. Things are not everything, but tears flow first.
flowing freely. A kind of Acacia, two idle worries. This situation can not be dispel, only then brows, and up.
looking for it, cold and cheerless, miserable and miserable.
Mo Dao is not ecstatic, curtains roll west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
this situation can not be eliminated, but then brow, but on the heart.
you still have thick dreams and no dreams.
phoenix tree is more drizzle, to dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, how is a sad word?
the sunset dissolved gold, the twilight of the blue, where are people?
things are not rest, lacrimal tears first flow.
flowers float away, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two worries.
we are afraid of a lot of sorrow.
it is said that the double stream is still good, and it is also intended to be a pan. A lot of sorrow can not be carried.
leaning on the railing, just without emotion! Where is the man? After a long decline of grass, the road was broken.
the three play in the flute, the plum heart surprised, how many spring. ()
Chang Chi kiosk sunset, intoxication do not know the way back. In the late return boat, enter the lotus root flower deep. Fighting, fighting, startled a seagull heron.
the sky connects clouds and mist, and the stars want to turn to the thousand sails. I read the long way, learning poetry is amazing. Ninety thousand Li Feng Peng is lifting, the wind stops, and every boat takes three hills.
flowers float away, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two worries. This situation can not be dispel, only then brows, and up.
kick up the swing, up the whole fiber hand. Thin, thin, thin and thin sweaty. See someone come. And walk with shame, look back on the door, but smell the green plum.
only feelings are not like the old home!
last night, rain and vegetable wind, strong sleep can not eliminate the residue of wine. Ask the curling man, but the Begonia is still. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green and fat.
There is a good place to read on the pillow.
looking for it, cold and cheerless, miserable and miserable. The Indus is more drizzling and dripping at dusk. This time, how is a sad word at the end of the word.