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Blow out the residual flowers, but no one sees them, but they dance by themselves. Green, black and red hair are beautiful and charming.

A small jade girl, who is in no hurry to climb to the top, thinks that your 1000 yuan is a disgrace to the market.

The lonely smoke is cold and blue, the residual leaves dance with red sorrow, the charm fades, and the red leaves hide incense.

Carving columns to build incense, chiseling small ponds with curved sills and cloud locks are like delicate fragrance, and Leng Yan has exotic fragrance.

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.

The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.

Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.

Broken Cang Yue, cold and nightmares, loneliness and bloodthirsty.

The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

The sky is blue, the mountains reflect the sunset and meet the water, the water is gurgling everywhere, the mountains are covered with green smoke, a fragrance, and the west wind is green and waiting for flowers to float. Flocculation butterfly dance, into yin.

The sky is high and wide, the moon is white and the wind is clear, the flowers are gradually folding, the oriole is still tender, the autumn fragrance is not strong, the leaves fall on the door, the sadness is dim, and the trees are sparse. Runqiu is near.

Yang Shuhua floats, flowers are quiet and delicate, butterflies and swallows fly, roses are fragrant, and warblers whisper. The flower diameter is red, the wind and marsh are full of Sina, the butterfly is busy with grass, and the wind hisses at the top of the battery. The wild shadows are scattered, the first cold helps the residual willows, and the swallows leave double scissors without a trace.

Meeting is fate. Acacia gradually entangles, but it is difficult to meet.

The mountain is high and the road is far, but it is only a thousand miles away.

Because of dissatisfaction, the dream is empty, take a photo, ask Hongyan and pass it quickly.

I like to open Kaifeng, hold a jade photo, and look at it carefully, but I see red lips, black eyebrows and watery eyes.

How can infinite love be sued? Looking at the southeast, a phoenix asks for a phoenix.

Leave people speechless, the moon is silent, and the moon is affectionate.

The once-in-a-lifetime love is for Yuan alone.

Love is like a gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion will be empty.

A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.

The wild goose crosses the setting sun, the grass is misty, and now there are countless worries.

Don't think about spending the night in the Ming Dynasty!

The waist is curled up, the east wind is there, and the posture is graceful.

It should be that the Green Emperor was partial to his wishes and gave him the young flowers.

The flower stand on the moon pavilion, the bead curtain painted the sill, and several piles of golden rays.

Charming, strange head and rain.

It is said that on the edge of Qinshui Bridge, every Spring Festival Evening, the ground is full of fragrance.

The setting sun in the shade of a thousand trees is bitter.

In the garden, it was sunny and sunny, and the window was quiet, playing with Jiao Yingying's language.

Everyone who was injured in spring lost weight and got half a salary.

The willow branches are graceful, the pomegranate membrane is light and bright, and the pomegranate seeds are fresh and tender.

Can envy the peach trees in Yaochi, with a thousand years of red cheeks.

Fragrance is scattered and empty, and dreams are broken and elegant.

Falling flowers flying, cold light caught a glimpse of the shirt. Looking back sadly, the canoe was full of water and empty. The breeze is talking, and the fallen leaves miss Beth. At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the willow leaves are exhausted.

Looking at the door, staring at the words, showing compassion for others. Lotus flowers and butterflies dance, and the breeze falls asleep leisurely. Acacia, Tianya, Cang Hua Yan. Goose flying alone, tears falling without trace, sad soul flying bitter.

For the hurt of feelings, tears are like veils floating in the wind. Tired of love, if the rain falls in sadness and autumn, it will fly on the lonely wall.

People face peach blossoms, things are different, the palace is lonely and sad, with red walls and red doors, golden dragon courts and deep courtyards.

It's no use falling in love with your country.

There is no trace in the snow, naked and barefoot.

Look for it from the ancient poetry building. After all, poetry is charming. Can you find it? Enchanting luxury.