"Xu Xiaowei, you are so stupid." His affectionate eyes almost made people think that he was confessing his love.
"People say stupid people are lucky." Ignore someone's slander and continue to fight with the oranges in her hand. This sentence has been heard since she was 6 years old and 26 years old. Even if the bomb has been set off for twenty years, it has no power anymore.
"Xu Xiaowei, I like you" the hoarse voice is tempting someone who is too nervous
"Aren't you a gay gay? When did you start liking women? Stay away from me. It's already hard for me to deal with same-sex love rivals. The appearance of people like you has doubled my workload of defending love."
"Damn girl, which eye of yours sees that you look like a woman!!" He ran away...
When my concubine's hair first covered her forehead, there was a drama in front of the door.
Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts.
The fourteenth year is a gentleman's wife, and she has not yet shown her shame.
He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times.
I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes.
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep a letter holding a pillar?
The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away to Qutang Yanlidui.
The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky.
There are traces of late movements in front of the door, covered with green moss.
The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind.
In August, butterflies come and fly on the grass in the West Garden.
Feeling this hurts my heart, I sit and worry about my beauty getting old.
Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance.
It's not far to meet each other, until the wind blows in the sand.
Recalling my concubine's boudoir, I have never seen the smoke and dust.
Marrying someone from Changgan, waiting for the wind in the sand.
In May, the south wind blows, and I miss you at the lower ridge.
In August, the west wind blows, and I want you to spread your wings.
How sad it is to go and come, see less and part ways more.
I arrived in Xiangtan in a few days, and my dream became more and more turbulent.
The wind was so strong last night that the trees at the head of the river were broken.
Miaomiao is dark and boundless, where are the pedestrians?
It's a good time to ride on the floating clouds, and the best time is in the east of Lanzhu.
Mandarin ducks on the green cattails, in the emerald brocade screen.
Self-pity is more than fifteen years old, and the color is peach blossom red.
As a business woman, she is worried about the water and the wind.
Li Bai's "Changgan Xing"
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