Jade Lady Song

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The gorgeous style is light and cloudy, and the sleeves are fragrant with orchids.

Haohao's poems are ancient, and the love sky is like a dream.

Clear Lan Hui's daughter's heart, Xia Qiong Pei moves the spring breeze.

She is a wealthy eunuch, and her wisdom is amazing.

A song of Yaoqin leans passers-by, and the yellow shirt and purple clothes peep into the court.

Haoqiang admires more money, and the carriages and horses gallop back and forth.

Unexpectedly, Yu Niang was engaged, and she was stupid and left a residual hatred.

Since childhood plums have been riding bamboo horses, Shen Lang is actually the person he likes!

Shen Lang is a poor family, and he has no chance of being rich and famous.

His father hesitated and wanted to hire his daughter to someone else.

It is said that the son-in-law will become a dragon, and the people in cloth will pollute the court.

The red stem and purple Mo are in love, and the yellow Hao is flying in the clouds.

The poplar flowers are bitter in spring, carrying the wind and dust of the scriptures.

It was cloudy and rainy, and hunger and cold were pressing the middle of the Sichuan Road.

The wind and waves rush across the white water, and the bumpy flow leaves the homeland.

The mountains are high and the moon is quiet, and the love is deep and the sky is vast.

Thousands of miles of acacia and the bright moon, and you are good with pine chrysanthemum.

The infatuation is in the distance, and the music book has been wiped out.

Zhu Huqiong's window turned against her dreams, and she was sad about the lovesick old in the mirror.

The past is like a shadow, and the silver lamp is bright and dark.

Under the flowers, the poems are the medium, and the jade face is affectionate and smiling.

Yin Yin's heart beads are separated by curtains, and the fragrant soul flies around the flower branches.

Don't give sachets according to your pity, and the two lines of tears are dyed with green silk.

The cold light is like water and clear light, and the clouds are above the moon.

In the middle of the night, how much do you hate when you are lonely and speechless?

Emotions are intertwined like stars, and the Milky Way is half hanging in the sky.

The hometown is sleepless at night, and the ancient temple bell breaks the sky.

The mountains and rivers come all the way to Anlu, and the river twists and turns.

A leaf flat boat letter flows, and the clear water is leisurely and green.

The soul dream traveled to Chutian yesterday, and now it flows down to Yangzhou.

Painting pavilion brocade building to make spring, the royal street is swaying Qiluo incense.

A few smoky clouds and willows in Gusu, with a slight dew on the eyebrows.

The silver glow is drunk and the clouds are drunk, and the shadow flies into the nine skies.

Ten years of cold windows no one knows, once famous all over the world.

The Golden Palace of the Son of Heaven opened the Jade Branch, and the strategy was held high.

The spring breeze is proud, and the golden gong opens the way to cluster red flowers.

The phoenix pool reflects the colorful glow, and the name of the poem is clear and beautiful.

The red dust is full of incense, and the soul flies, and the heart is like a cloud looking forward to the king's return.

Under the hydrangea once promised, the morning and twilight wish to have no regrets.

Shen Lang died of typhoid fever, and the ruthless flowers were sad.

The frosty winter on his face was extended, and he turned his back to the west window and wept blankly.

The heartstrings have been intermittent and indefinite, and the cold smoke is dripping with sorrow.

The cuckoo's voice is haggard, what does the infatuation mean?

The remnants of spring flowers fall and disappear, and the hatred is dark.

The red face and sadness pass away with the wind, and the tears fall and the heart is broken, who knows?

Buried in the maple forest in the western suburbs, Shuang'e Zi'e died by her neck.

The green-tailed parrot also has love, and refuses to eat for seven days.

The boudoir is buried around the three, and the south wind shakes the green branches.

Flowers fly and flowers fall into the fragrance of dreams, cold drizzle and oblique clouds.

How many years have passed through the red dust, if there is a psalm of light chanting.

The tombstone has lacked grass, and the parrot mound is quiet at night.

The moon shadow and autumn wind have no traces, and the blue sea turns into a dream.

Infatuation for thousands of years is one person, and Lan Xue's collection is silent.

Three hundred years later, it is beautiful and touching!

Created from 13 February to 18 February 2012