Antique sentences that strive for beauty and desolation.

If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in my life.

Life is as unusual as the first time.

There is a tiger in your heart, smell the roses. After the feast, I was in tears.

The crescent moon spring floats with lights, and Loulan Xiaoguo listens to the rain and drinks thousands of altars.

How many stars are there? My generation drum to the sky, drum far.

Those souls who died in vain cried in the air, where did the authorities escape?

Those swords and halberds on the silk books of the Warring States period can't win any efforts of the living.

When the world is unforgettable, when the war accident is unforgettable, spend time in Iraq and simplify things, and the old things die in the past.

Take the green yee for you, go down to Emei and sit on the tune.

You can tell by a joke today that the Jianghu will be heavy tomorrow.

No one knows where the long song sword is, and the sunset laughs at me and pushes me loose.

Wake up in three minutes, the strings are elegant, seven minutes drunk, and the sword fingers are chic.

The most beautiful hometown has willow leaves and green lotus fragrance.

At the end of the song, people will not see the spring breeze, and the ancient dream buildings will be the west and the east.

Who can smile and put out the lights on the balcony?

Who has been to a tall building in the past?

You can laugh all your life.

I have read it all my life, like flying flowers scattered like smoke.

Several rounds of spring burial

If you want to be a painting, you can't be a painting.

Turn blood into ink, you paint smoke waves and bury me.

Look at the thirty-third house, the highest is not far from hating the sky.

440 diseases are hard to count, but the most painful thing is long-term care.

Arm in arm, and then sing autumn water and hope to break through.

Thirty-three words are connected into a dream.

On several occasions, the soul sold people thin and yellow.

Only the landscape is left between the eyebrows.

When the sun sets, flowers are idle.

Talk about all the vicissitudes of life, only exchange acacia for sorrow.

When the years are quiet, I know that I am no longer young.

The wind blew away the dead leaves and shook off the empty cicada, which landed in the peony garden.

When singing a song about wine, who will spill the wine when the glass is full in the evening?

Throw me a roll and get drunk.

Step on a white tree, a light rain on a bridge, an umbrella open, a dream, a pot of wine, a white suit for life.

Someone in Chang 'an city sang 300 poems, which made them look far away, miss your hometown and dream about it.

She played a beautiful string and played a bald teenager.

The grave of peach trees making wind and sand is not full.

If you don't know each other, you will be rewarded lightly.

Who is affectionate and heartless, and who is fickle and leads to infatuation?

Who is unlucky enough to play this play?

How can you leave this life blank and write the ending in decay?

Looking back on the long sadness and joy without continuity

Burn your lovesickness and you will never go against the sky. What are you afraid of?

One river and blue sky, two sorrows in one's life, three times looking back, one song at home all over the world.

Woodcarving counts as an area sign, and sixty-four hexagrams and one hexagram ask if Thailand is not.

Seventy-two people have gone without a trace, and tonight's rain is also a car.

Ming Jian Chang Gong Yin Ji

At Pingjiang, the American outlaws were completely wiped out.

A thousand letters and a thousand words, life and death * * * Tianya.

When people are together, they will always be strangers, so it is difficult to join hands.

It's hard to say how many times a night.

Wine can eliminate the residue, and I'm telling you, * * * and.

Teng with a ups and downs, far away to see the firm but gentle.

Brush off your sleeves and people will leave.

Temporarily released the noise outside the dust.

Fate is unbreakable, and a few people make loneliness free and easy.

The breeze rises, the world is quiet, and the sword of mountains and rivers is lifted.

In the Ming Dynasty, when rivers and lakes met, the accent of Shu remained unchanged.

Let's try our best to relax our career, listen to the storms in troubled times and be proud of the loneliness in the world.

There is a white-headed confidant in hesitation, and the truster instantly sees blood and seals his throat.

It has always been that the human heart is more horrible than ghosts and gods.

I used to ride a white horse across the east wind. I used to be the most powerful person in the world.

Unexpectedly, several chapters have been left in history.

It's a shame to laugh and forget the grievances.

A pot of muddy wine, a brief encounter.

Chijiang longitudinal horse and * * *, with wine instead of wine.

At the end of the game, the chess game is broken for you, and the book is gently closed for a period of youth.

A weed poem that releases sadness.

Fairy fights wine, longitudinal songs are thick ink.

Don't touch the flowers in the bones.

Smiling is like breathing. The sun rises in your eyes and the moon sinks in your eyes.

The smoke around the burning Tibetan incense is like a sigh.

Why do you ask the sky?

You're alone. Who can be sure?

All my life, the place where I cut my knife is my home.

Show smoke reduced to ashes, the war did not retreat.

The general buried his bones in the ancient city of Shapo Road, which was once an enemy of the world.

Life events are nothing but sand in the battlefield.

The beauty of the face lies in the sadness of love.

Floating smoke does not envy the heavenly palace.

An old friend married someone else.

Why not * * * I'll forget the river, drink it and forget the past together.

Take advantage of tonight's poetry mania, before he speaks his mind.

Drunk, looking around, like a businessman.

I wonder if the years are fleeting.

Sing a song and take the piano home.

Cloud sleeves dance, how does the moonlight sway in the middle of the lake?

Dark water temple is cool and fragrant.

Why sing when you can't sing all the time?

How can a broken spring return to the brow?

Spend money like water and break the city wall.

See the loess but not the green hills.

It is easy to be intoxicating when you wake up in the morning, and your mistake in this life is illusion.

The cloister is cool, and ten years in Chang 'an is too long.

Bloodstained with red walls, ten articles were written by Chang 'an, heartbroken and ruined, burning out all his delusions.

It seems that fireworks are not as good as one month.

Fingertip orchid twist and flying sleeve

The glass cup turns red, the clouds are on the temples and the flowers are knocked.

Do you remember a trip to Sanqiu?

You spent a lot of money to cover up your romantic life.

Wipe away tears and sing Chang 'an Old Palace tune.

How many rouge boxes have you laughed at on the stage?

Returning to Chang 'an Palace in 2000, he made a mistake.

Throw red beans and send acacia willows

He can't see the snow on the earth in Du Xuan's paintings.

I can't see you in hops.

See you in this life, as a guest

I will leave an instant figure for you, half blurred, Qingcheng Evening Road.

Watch the twilight.

Who will cry when the flowers are dying?

A few ups and downs, in the blink of an eye, burned the quicksand between your fingers.

Sandalwood smoked and burned Brahma flowers, and a piece of incense burner turned into smoke as a companion.

Who is the name of pious meditation? Learn not to be sad, happy, angry, angry, love or hate in the afterlife.

Write a line, break the red beans and turn with the water until the paper umbrella is soaked.

Reading with him is refreshing, and the years are yellow.

Watching the flying flowers dyed red by the quicksand at the fingertips and collapsed in the corner of the palm of your hand.

Red grass, wet clothes, mountains and rivers, and empty paintings in several cities.

Jade Jue years change, I think Jiangshan will change a lonely lamp.

That night, the rain didn't stop.

You said this smile is like her. Who finally dumped the world?

The wind blows rice paper, and the book written by ink is a lifetime, a handwritten note.

Looking at the past, I forgot my words seven times and painstakingly wrote the pipa acacia, cursing like tea.

Life is thin and cold. When you wake up from a dream, sing a song.

Never see that night again. A little quiet.

The Buddha knelt before him and walked for several years. One day or two, his hair turned to snow, singing that everything was going well and he wanted to have a rest.

In a blink of an eye, clouds floated by, and whoever played the song broke the string, whose song broke the string.

Who went to the tall building alone and hasn't returned it? Bianzhou was dyed red with blood.

Who smells the sound of bamboo leaves falling on the dust, forgets the dust and stays with the grave?

Flour touches the brow, attracting your heartless smile.

The night wind comes and flowers come, and there are few idle tables. The rain hit the banana, and the song became more and more sad.

Come and meet each other and exchange greetings. We have forgotten to be Osmanthus Jelly.

I don't think it's too sour to turn green in childhood, but I don't envy my mother for thinking of you. Don't ask how many times the flowers fall a year, I don't know when the hair will be dyed white.

The old place is deserted, and if pedestrians on the road are busy, they will meet an old friend and talk and laugh, which is the order of childhood.

Don't watch the drizzle boil Huangmei, try the wine boiled with green plums.

Shadow after shadow, swaying blue lanterns, scene after scene, misty smoke, sentence after sentence, song after song, who will score?

The dream is wet and empty, and the frequent knocking on the cloud startled residual leakage.

A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough.

The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame.

Wuyi Lane, previous life, the moon is empty, and the osmanthus trees on the north wall are full of fire.

White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.

Playing the lute with sleeves, the seven strings are exquisite, the reed is in the boat, and the rain is hazy.

, refers to the world of mortals, drunken smile surprised hong, bright moon Long song wine jade wind, pour a cup of drink, do changhong.

The voice outside the window at night, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, until I understand that I am just a person.

Snuff was injured, fell to the ground one after another, returned home, and wandered in the misty mountains.

The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone.

Peach blossoms and laughter in the spring breeze are hard to find. Where are you together? How can you be together?

Draw an axis, the iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, the flowers bloom like bamboo shoots, and the night is like me.

I miss you, become a candle, and my tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today.

Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky.

It turned out that flowers were everywhere, as if they had all been given to that broken well.

Dewdrops hate morning flowers and autumn, and fall to the ground when they are drunk.

You are in the south and my concubine is in the north. You don't know the strength of wine until you are drunk, and you don't know the dream until you wake up.

A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.

Lament beauty tears, heroes die, and the world has many sufferings. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

The rain at night turned into blue sky. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.

Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.

If it is bumpy, there is no regret.

Please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.

Do you remember that year in Na Yue, weeping willows were in the east of Los Angeles?

Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.

The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting

I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

A few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is not up to me.

After a fleeting dream, I returned to Qushui and watched the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Fate is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

Meeting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain disperse and drift.

Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it.

See the host and leave a smile. No. Why?

The birth of our generation in the world is a reminder of the years of entering the rivers and lakes; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

If you win, you lose. If you are sad, you will be happy. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried.

I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

People and the sky are empty, why forget each other, why smile and be amazing.

Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

The heart moves slightly, but it is far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced.

Humanity is not half as deep as lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

Drunk eyes watching others in pairs, no one secretly plays with acacia tears. How do you know that a thousand roads lead to the same goal?

Xun Mei didn't stop looking back at the end of the day.

Chivalrous men should not marry lightly, and beautiful women should not marry lightly, lest they die for me.

People have become different. Today is not yesterday, and autumn is the same. People are empty and thin.

The rustling flowers fall all over the shoulders, and the flute sounds all over the shoulders. Where is Jiangnan in the sound of cold window shadows and smoke?

I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.

A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Just because you look back, I miss your morning and evening.

Phoenix in pairs, misty rain and autumn wind fly.

Life between heaven and earth, like a traveler in the northern desert, suddenly gave me endless sighs.

Miss the past and compete in prosperity. Fenghua pen and ink, * * dust.

Then the sky is bright, not wandering.

Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Looking at the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, who said that the candlelight in the clouds seemed to leave you yesterday, and it was dark in the mirror?

Miss you like running water, when you are poor. Open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance.

Drops of acacia blood and tears cast red beans, and spring flowers bloom all over the building.

Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only the crying and chaos of blood-stained ink.

The vast land was broken by a sword and prosperity fell there.

Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Let him know everything and smile for you.

Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

Who forgets first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Once upon a time, there was a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

As beautiful as flowers and jade, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds covered the moon and no one was seen. I can't tell you how lonely I am.

Love that is not old is hard to get rid of.

The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it. I will never forget it. I am a lonely grave with nowhere to talk.

That's it, mountains and rivers don't meet.

The heart is moving slightly, but far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be traced.

One-year-old, a day passed, and an autumn passed. One generation urged the next generation to get together and leave. One person was happy and one person was sad. One person was lying on the couch, and one person was looking for a group of acquaintances in his dreams all his life. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

Raise a glass, one is drunk, and after drinking snow, one is at a loss for another year.

A flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Who should be robbed by who is obsessed with who.

-Miscellaneous sentences

That year, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy, and your gestures surprised me.

From then on, we parted ways and stopped talking to each other, right?

Tear off the red bean beads you left and put them in the hair room. They are warm and green.

When Liu Mo flips, who knows the tired Beijing guests? I can't hear it in my dream, but in the shadow of the Ming River, how can I know the word acacia?

-Poetry

A beauty is broken before she gets old, and a jade building will last for half a day.

Who abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring comes, melancholy remains.

I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.

The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.

Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water.

With deep resentment, I have repeatedly pondered whether my fate can be like a peach blossom and apricot tree, married to Dongfeng and gone with the wind.

Feelings are getting late, and the mirror is full of surprises.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

After birth, there will be no acacia, only acacia, and then acacia.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .

Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it?

Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.

Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

A thousand years is like a dream, but in an instant it has become a permanent robbery.

When the flowers should be folded, they must be folded. Don't wait for the flowers to fail before folding.

Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always in tears.

Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.

There is peace in the world, so you can live up to the Tathagata.

At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.

Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, the glass is brittle, and the small building blows through the cold.

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Hay Lian Heng sunset, half city, half willow and half flute.

The blue bricks in the old alley can't stay in the past, so you can listen to who is complaining about the past.

At the beginning of the ink-scattering, I wrote a paragraph that smells like snow when the pen fell on the paper.

What's more, you need a pot of boiled wine, amber light of green plums, and a wisp of smoke and wind to cover the curtain with magnolia fragrance.

After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.

Who are you, the pen-tip boy who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.

Miss the waste, blend in the ink and lie quietly on your forehead.

In the middle of the night, the embers are cold and smoky, like the ancient tune of southern Hunan, swaying across the river.

A rain, two flowers, oblique wind and drizzle, people don't smell it

In the eyes of the world, you poured a glass of Dove yourself.

If the dream is short and long, it will clear the frost for a lifetime.

But there is only a cup of bitter ink left, and I can't afford to write sleepless nights in a hundred years.

You are still attached to me after the world of mortals.

The Seventh Battalion offered sacrifices to the flag of the Eight Wastes of Wind and Fire, and listened to the sound of the fingers of the Nine Palace Feather Collection breaking.

Boating a boat, soup, autumn water, listening to the rain at night.

Laughing quietly in white, raising eyebrows and rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Look at all the colors in Wu Gou as before. Who is in charge of the bonfire party?

I dreamed of the dusk in the south of the Yangtze River and how soon I should stay or stay.

I still remember the first time I met him, I was drunk and crazy, and I sang with him.

Even if it is a dream, there is no need to pierce it.

The brothel was full, except for the sound of wind and rain.

Who has ever looked for the scenery I carved in the heavy rain at the gate of Gu Zhuo and the bright moon at night?

The flower wall that opened and failed, only mottled. Who have I laughed with under the flowers?

A drunken farce and a dress stained with red dust

Spend idle time chasing hookah. Revisiting the old place, the fragrance will follow, and the plum will turn into tears.

Fascinated by the sound of flute, the music is sad. Rain and wet clothes in Mao Mao. Who are you asking? The personnel are completely different.

The bamboo shadow is gorgeous, outside the window of the moon cave. The curtains are rolled up in the west wind, and I miss you several times.

Graceful eyes and gray hair. It's hard to wipe your tears with a pen and a lamp. Give you what?

A few twists and turns and no regrets are also drunk.

Goodbye, join hands with Tianya to gamble on tea rolls.

Sitting alone in front of the windowsill mirror, the vicissitudes of life help the drunken moon lean against the wall. Who dares to be crazy?

Plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River are still talking about spring dawn, especially the colorful bridges and flowing water, and see Yuhua dive.

She went to the East in a wedding dress.

Layers of rain and dew rejuvenate, and all the plants in the palace are Fang Qi. Play early, be young and be happy.

Barrel painting has long eyebrows and light hair, and the distant mountains move the mirror.

But lovesickness pays off, and the Peony Pavilion is on the road of life.

The residual fragrance on the branches also covered the eyelids. Who sang the first paragraph of that song?

First frost, the snow drifted, asked the sunset for wine, and the sunset fell into the sky without words.

Sanqiu devil, Shili Lotus, all in your pen, lost a beautiful moment from now on.

Plain face, white letterhead, blue sky and yellow sky, making snow for you every morning and evening.

Gone with the wind, I don't envy the heavenly palace, and I have a sandstorm with my partner.

You lean on the water beauty, and I walk in the mountains.

Sing Li Sao softly, I'll wait for you to go back to your hometown, burn a stove of incense, and miss you.

After a lifetime, there is an afterlife.

In the middle of the night, the embers are cold and smoky, like the ancient tune of southern Hunan, swaying across the river.

1, Xie Chunhui, Zhu Yan, looks at life with white hair.

2. I am willing to follow my master in the Temple of Heaven, and the leisure fairy will sweep the fallen flowers.

3, two or two white jade children. Double blow purple Luan sheng.

4. People who enjoy flowers are not old, so it is difficult to know each other.

5. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.

6. My hair hardly covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.

7. Living together for thousands of miles, we are both young and happy.

8. I lowered my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

9. In August, the yellow butterflies hovered on the grass in our West Garden.

10, and, because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried about my smooth cheeks, lest they fade.

1 1, I will come to see you, I won't mind the distance, until Changsha Changfeng.

12. Where is Huan from? Lang Xing is gone forever.

13, like a dream, the waning moon is fading away.

14, peach blossoms are intermittent.

15, golden phoenix, a willow shawl, gently twisting red beans.

Yaotaimeng Taohua Cave 16. A piece of spring sorrow and who * * *?

17, strong and even, and elegant. Spring is deep and light.

18, peach blossoms are speechless with acacia, and the moon is in the sky.

19, the curtain does not roll the east wind, and one branch stays in spring.

20, snubbing the world, bleak mood, and flowers.

2 1, ride the red cloud, help the farmers dream, can't fly, hang down the sun.

22. Remember to go out with tears when you leave Iraq.

23. When you were young, you were strong and complete. You could swim alone with a sword.

24. Where did you live when you crossed the river last night? Some people suspect Qinhuai. Who will mourn in the middle of the moon?

25, sex is still scattered, it is difficult to think about things. Two-phase rapid multiplication and rapid slurry.

26, helpless and jun, several times in the dream.

27, several times in the dream, sighing and hating your deep suffering. There are several sorrows in the dream, and thousands of sighs in the dream make Zhu Yan change.

28, but there is nothing to cross. I welcome you.

29, peach blossom crossing, a lonely boat looks broken.

Don't forget each other, how can you forget each other?

3 1, when this life is over, we will never meet again.

32. Long and lonely years, cold and clear, can't forget each other.

33. The pavilion is short and attentive, and the moon is silent.

34. The peach blossoms shone on the ground and were finally laughed at.

35, vegetation, I am dry and prosperous.

36. The evening wind blows red all over the ground, and no one can tell for whom.

37. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

38. It's raining in spring, and the peach blossoms begin to bloom. The fragrance of flowers is green, which makes people suspicious of Yaotai.

39. Peach blossoms float in water, while beautiful women dance in water.

40, peach blossoms in the same direction, only see the water flow. Peach blossoms leave peach trees, and peach blossoms float. Where is the beauty going? The peach blossoms are blooming.

4 1, I used to be proud of peach blossoms, but now I hate them.

42. Only love and hate are accompanied by water.

43. Peach blossoms are exposed and stand in the moonlight.

44. The wind blows into the curtains, which only makes the clothes smell fragrant.

45. Stay in Taohua Village overnight and bring a song to welcome the dawn.

46. Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like a touch of even makeup. The spring breeze broke my heart and blew off my white clothes.

47. It is better to go into the water and watch peach blossoms all day.

48. The willow trees in the Han Palace are like silk, and the peach blossoms in Shangyuan are connected with the green pond.

49, spring has passed, * * * cherish the sunny year. There are peach blossoms on the running water. Bamboo leaves have nothing to say before they are drunk, but they are waiting to see the sky.

50, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, spring rain does not have to be returned.

5 1, peach blossoms follow the running water every day. Where is the hole in Qingxi?

52. The peach blossoms are gone, and it is another world.

53. Chang 'an is running out of February, so send a spring breeze early.

54. Crazy catkins go with the wind, and fine peach blossoms come with the water.

55. Peach blossoms in Chiba are better than flowers, and the Spring Festival Evening is lonely.

56, two slender blue jade Jue, half white and half black hair. Forcing servants to crack in spring, peach blossoms are aboveboard.

57. In March, the east wind blew Huangpi water, but only the peach blossoms disappeared.

58. In front of the court, the peony demon is in the sky, and the lotus on the pool is fighting for less affection. Only the peony is the real beauty, which attracted countless people to appreciate at the flowering stage and alarmed the whole Chang 'an City.

59. Snow was like a flower yesterday, and it will be like snow tomorrow. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.

60. If I were Di Qing next year, I would throw a peach blossom.

I sorted out some and collected them a long time ago. I hope you like them.