Poetic Beauty

A poem, a story, a leaf, a boat. Sir, girl... At noon, the sun was just right, and a piece of black hair fell freely on the desk. The breeze caressed the hair, plucking the heartstrings... Looking back at the past of the Qin Dynasty, the Book of Songs, Guan Guan Jiujiu... A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man... The peaches are young, and their flowers are shining... The room is suitable for IKEA... Caressing the Han Dynasty, the phoenix returned to its hometown, traveling all over the world to seek its phoenix... I am still happy with its beauty In the thick ink of the Tang Dynasty, people's faces don't know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze... I look back lazily at the flowers, half of them are cultivators and half of them are kings. Let's sigh again about the Song Dynasty, the willow branches in the moonlight, people meeting after dusk... I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to your love. After Jin returned to the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, he never missed lovesickness in his life, so he could only miss lovesickness, which would be harmful to lovesickness... Betting on books would make the fragrance of tea splash away... A few strokes of poetry are written on emotions. Since ancient times, emotions have been hard to eliminate...