The silver bed is filled with asphalt, and the grass is covered with powder in autumn. When picking incense, I miss money everywhere, but I can't help but regret finding green leaves.
The corridor is full of lovesickness, and the setting moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.
Male Zhu Qingshi always thought that he was an extremely beautiful man, but it turned out that he had a red spot birthmark on his face and was congenitally obese, so he exercised hard, wrote poems, sang songs, played music, chess, calligraphy and painting, no matter what, he had to win