1. Folding laurels makes the guest window bright (yuan) Georg ups and downs pear flowers, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.

2. Qingming (Tang) Sun looks at the mountains in the north in the spring of Qingming. Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches. Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends. Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.

3. Qingming in Huanxisha (Song) Zhuchun Lane has brilliant peach blossoms, and the first trial of spring clothes is thin and light. The wind and smoke warmed the nest. The curtains in the yard are idle, and the curved house is stuffy. Annoyed and bright.

4. The three criminals who crossed the river in the West Lake and Qingming (Song) were ashamed and resentful, and the evening breeze did not fall, and the embroidery worker was slightly heavier. The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds. Endless resentment towards the blue, gradually entered the road, fairy pier maze. Intestines diffuse back, see you every other flower, back is Chu waist. Wandering around.

The title door is melancholy, and the quiet period is difficult to count. I also began to feel and miss love, broadband because of spring. Things in the Ming Dynasty were lonely and cold, which made the lake full of troubles and worries. Dai Shan, the dust wave is green and there is no trace.

5. "When I first entered Qinchuan Road, I met a cold food." Luoyang, Tang Dynasty reflected Tianjin, and the shore wept at a new place. I don't know how to waste my time in Beijing and spring. Last year was the early spring of this year, and flowers and plants bloomed in the early morning and the breeze. Cold food is poor and clear, but brilliant on Chang 'an Road. Ever since Guan Ju entered Qinchuan, there has been an argument about who doesn't whip.

On the way to Cuju, the beauty immediately abandoned the swing. The Weishui Long Bridge will pass today, and the green trees will gradually see Xinfeng trees. Looking from a distance, I saw the jackals soaring into the sky, and it was expected that there was smog in Tangchi. Smoke atmosphere boiled water in the temple, and the incense wheel returned temporarily. It's too late to travel on Qingming Festival this year, so I'll spend more time with cold food next year.