Spring swallows, the piano rings at the beginning, the Changfeng is still cut, and it is still between branches.
A fly greedy for honey will surely drown in the honey slurry.
The moth died on the lamp.
The body is the channel through which we get all the help and strength from the material world.
Cicadas don't cry, geese sing in the sky.
The willow in the garden is cool, and the cicada should be surprised and orderly.
Crazy with catkins sometimes see, where to find a pear flower.
The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door.
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
The body is just a clepsydra, which contains regular grains of sand, and the clepsydra itself will eventually become grains of sand.
How far the cicada is, the leafy trees have echoes.
Yin Qing leaves, sorrow sunset branches, string suddenly broken, Russia tube uneven.
The sound of the stream surrounded the herb grass, and the rest echoed in Gao Xuan.