Fortune Operator: Old Makeup Man

Only the bridge sighs far away, and the lonely tree seeks dense branches. It is difficult for a lone goose to pass the mountain, and it is also looking forward to connecting its wings.

Xiao Zheng is normal, old regret becomes sickness, young people don't know the meaning of red makeup, thin with combs empty mirrors.

Butterfly Love Flowers, Night Thoughts

The cold leak starry house tree leans,

small moon branches,

But the south steps are disturbed.

The mountain night is embarrassed and the raccoon is lazy.

The dew wind wants to beg for flowers and candles.

Don't worry about more and have less joy.

Young and idiotic,

I didn't think about the old mountain league.

In my dream, the West Lake stepped on tobacco,

No one laughs.

I'm thinking

Every evening

The sun is entangled with the mountain tops in the west for half a day

Will he not

Write down the day's observations and hears in the wind

Let the cliff convey to the moon

You know

I'm trying to shine today

It rained yesterday

The grass is wet

The cherry blossoms are a little more blooming than yesterday

There are a lot of bees in the rape fields

There are children flying kites

Having said that

Do you like me or not?

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