Butterfly love flowers, watching the white snake has a feeling

The white silk dress is fragrant and reflects the sleeves. Pingshui meets, and the mountains and rivers are sworn to knock.

The reincarnation of the broken bridge is beautiful, and the green-haired hairpin falls to pick up the smoke willows.

I have also lived in Hangzhou for many years. Back then, I watched the West Lake show all over the world.

The fog and snow are umbrellas and swallow hands, and the clouds and rain mountains are thinned.

Fortune Operator, Thinking of Yourself

One night the west wind was strong, and the stars were long in the middle of the night. The bleak autumn festival is another year old,

Frost-filled licorice road.

The heart is in the sky, and the body can live in vain. The hateful scholar is useless, and he is cheap.

Mid-Autumn Festival

The garden is quiet and the osmanthus flowers fall, and the clouds are born in turn.

The window is slanting to the moon sycamore, and the sake comforts the lonely bottle.

Yuyu is dry and smokey, the rivers and seas are smoky, and the wild geese smell it several times.

The detention brigade is outside the mountain, and the autumn mirror shines at dusk.

In mid-August, the festive season is sent, and it is difficult to say.

Where does Chanjuan look at the same place? Tonight is the most lovesick.

Humanity is fleeting, old dreams are difficult to settle, and Shui Zhu resigns.

I hope that there will be more lovers and daughters together.

The moon doesn't want to sleep

Watch Grandma's cat pick up stars outside the door

Put it next to my grandmother's pillow before taking it to the bed

Night and light are a pair of enemies

They counted each other through the glass for a long time

The wall clock is sleepy

Counting the time with a strong spirit

Little moths never fly into the lamp

People who can't sleep are thinking about people who fall asleep

I've been trying in vain

Rhyme with sadness

Speak disrespectfully about distress

After you're gone

It's business as usual

It's just that

Late night wind

Rain in the early hours of the morning

All wine is inferior to you

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