A little smile is as gentle as jade
A white bamboo dress
He flapped his lips and folded his hands
Junlang is unique in the world
Chanting all over the world
Once you pay homage to your servant
Gather all the splendor and hide the sadness deeply
Rippled painting line, clothes in the wind
Gongsun Gongzi can play the piano? ]
From five emperors and three emperors to Yanmen
This is Moxiang Boxuan
Red, green and yellow on rice paper
Crazy about poetry and books
After reading the moonlight
It's not a good night
The spring breeze is blowing all night in Bian town
Meet again at the ends of the earth
Forget obsession
Go away with sorrow
The old road sand rises again at sunset
Blowing the Qiang flute
Who says it's not like going home
Green mountains and green waters wash tea in Dongli
When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach
If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily
Talk about fame and fame
Today, he raises his glass to the moon
Once again, there are few friends
Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict
Rippled painting line, clothes flying in the wind
From five emperors and three emperors to Yanmen
Back to writing on Xuan paper
After reading the bright moonlight, it's not bright tonight
The old road sand rises again at sunset
Blowing the Qiang flute
Who says it's not like going home
Green mountains and green waters wash tea in Dongli
When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach
If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily
Talk about fame and fame
Today, he raises his glass to the moon
Once again, there are few friends
Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict
A piece of bamboo
Who sent a piece of bamboo
Memories of shuzhuqu
The old dream
(ren Piaoyao) the dream is sent with the wind
(Floating Life) send a bunch of bamboo songs with the wind
Now let's listen to a song of bamboo
Meet you again in the falling season
The rain does not brush the willow to send the dusk
Lost in the world of mortals
When to see Jiangnan again
Childe's CI: Junxian
Green Jin has become a poem, an inch of clear night, without words and rhyme
When he is young, he burns the flower and wins the peach
If you can't see through Acacia, you will get old easily
Who wins who loses who says who can smile who can predict
Who was the star of last night and the wind of last night
See you in the east of Guitang on the west side of Hualou
The moon of the former dynasty is the same today
The past is still like a dream
Golden cup thin wine white horse light fur
Without Wu hook
Don't laugh, don't argue, don't ask, don't complain
A river flows eastward with the wave
Alone on the west tower to see the bright moon
Talk about romantic childe, look back
Ride away without asking about the old Tour
A piece of bamboo
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