Raising the eyebrows with compassion and lowering the eyes with disgust, his face is like the heart of a Guanyin snake and scorpion
There are no relatives, thorns and bones, and the smell of roses in morning and evening rites
Know people, know faces but not know hearts, beauty is in the bones but not in the skin
The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop. It sinks to the ground of death and then comes to life.
I used my blood-soaked rebellion to polish the ink with the pedantic bones of past generations.
I took out a lion's mane synthetic pen worth 1,800 taels, and wrote poems on both sides of the thousand-year-old feudal tombstone.
I admire you for being able to die for someone who knows you
I envy you, you can be accommodating to those who please you
They made me a widow for fifty years. Girl, you are only eighteen now.
Hahaha, what do you call ancestor? At my age, I can only be considered your grandma, not to mention that you are my ancestor!
Do you know oleander? I was born amidst curses, bloomed in the wilderness, survived on friendship, and rejoiced to meet you.
Don't be too sorry. It doesn't matter if he is the blue mandala. You are not a yellow flower.
An assassin who is moved by passion cannot hold the knife firmly... Li Niang, he is no longer the eggplant he was ten years ago.
Promise grandma that you must not throw away the thorns and leave a way out for yourself
Girl, you are the rose that rules the no man's land! ! !
Intention: Knowing people, knowing their faces but not their hearts, beauty is in the bones but not in the skin