The wind blows into the river
Clothes are thinner than river ice
Waiting for a few boats
Another year of snow
Outline the trestle
Fill in a few strokes to dye my brow
A long night on the couch
The spike of sword shakes gently
How much of the past
In front of the wooden house of the blue brick courtyard
How many red dates
You cook a silver carp yourself
Come on
day and night
You are my hard to swallow oleander
Spring grass
A few lines of poems
Boil some antidotes
Smoke on the river urges wild geese
The sunset is like autumn hair
Lin'an mansion can't be seen from afar
You wave your sleeve
I stand on tiptoe
Why is the reed so high
A long way to go
How much more Xiaoxiao
Why use the sword to get out of the sheath
Sigh for the world
Or epilepsy or laughter
But only for you
Come on
day and night
You are the only acupoint I can't beat
Spring grass
A few lines of poems
How lonely
Please take the call
Year after year
Who covets the title of No.1 in the world
Who wants to be like the wind
Looking forward to the end of life
I'll make way
I'll make way
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