& lt I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sun sets, intoxicated with the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

& lt Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

& lt leaning against the post, just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

& lt Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub your delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.

& lt When I saw someone coming, my socks shoveled Jin Chai and slipped away, leaving in shame. Looking back at the door,

But smell the plum.

& lt Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.

& lt brain fragrance, broken dreams, cold golden bun loose, time and space red to candlelight.

& lt The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.

& lt The mountains are far away, the dusk is in a hurry, the breeze blows and the rain blows, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

& lt The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream goes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.

& lt Swallows haven't come yet. We are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

< A bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

& lt Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.

& lt Embroidered Lotus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses.

& lt On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.

& lt In the evening, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.

& lt People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

< Back to the sound of the rainbow, the residual rinspeed was broken, and the snow in the rear window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

& lt The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.

Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.

& lt The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of Changji Haitang,

It's spring.

The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

But I still prefer her "The Voice is Slow":

Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is sad and mixed with sorrow. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold at first. How can you beat him and be late in the wind? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Who's the second one? What's the word? "

Want to know more about her, buy an album of her. ....

Looking for it, it is cold and clear, and it is sad and mixed with sorrow.

Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.