Poetry about sadness and ancient poetry in junior high school

1. Poems about sadness 1. Holding hands, I miss the bright moon, the pavilions, the bridges and the flutes, thinking about the past and the future, like a dream, and tears.

-Zhou Bangyan's Warrior Lanling 2. After the New Year, it should be a good morning and a good scene. Even if there is a thousand minutes of amorous feelings, who should I talk to?

-Liu Yong's "Yulinling" 3. When songs are scattered among tourists, I feel the spring sky. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" 4. It's dusk in the season, and it's boring to lean against the door alone.

-Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man" 5. I live and die twice in ten years, and I forget it without thinking. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" 6. This time, what a sad sentence.

-Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" 7. Today, there is a photo of Ying Gang, and there is a fear of meeting each other like a dream. -Yan "Partridge Sky" 8, Mo is more sad, poor Qiu Lai, wordless is more bitter.

-Xiang Hongwei's "Water Dragon Hidden" 9. Leave the shadow of sad autumn and pay the flag pavilion. -Wang's "Langtaosha" 10, in front of the window, dressing up.

Looking at each other without words, there are only a thousand lines of tears-Su Shi's Jiangchengzi 1 1. If you want to send a colored ruler, where the mountains are long, where the water is wide.

-Yan Shu's "Recent Love" 12, who listened to the song? Ink and tears will stain the water. 13, refused to live after collecting all the cold branches, and lonely sandbar was cold.

-Su Shi's "Bu Operator" 14, weak willows are suspicious of the wind, and shrubs are like towels. Sitting alone also involves frowning.

-Liu Yuxi's Memory of Jiangnan 15, inch by inch soft-hearted, Ying Ying powder tears. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand" 16, the broken soul still returns every night, and the red branch is more bitter.

-Zheng Yu Lou Chun 17. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. 18, Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was speechless.

-Jiang Kui's Dimfragrance 19, Wuniang praised the dance face to face, but unfortunately she was always mistaken by her waist. -Wang Guowei's Butterfly Lovers 20. Shake things down and ask Du Fu about the empty mountain.

-Zhu Zumou's Sound Slow 2 1. Emotions and sorrows are always ruthless, and the first step is until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren" 22. Ten years of unbearable dreams.

-Wang Guowei's "Huanxisha" 23, Cui Weimei, spend a lonely day. -Shi Dazu's "Flying Swallows" 24. Don't ask about the profits and losses through the ages.

-Wang's "Eyebrows" on page 25. How many tears are hateful to lean on. -Li Jing "Biography of Huanxisha" 26. Ask in a low voice: who stays? It is already midnight in the city.

The horse is slippery and frozen, so it's better to have a rest and walk less. -Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Journey" 27. I advise you not to get drunk before flowers. You wilted this year, and your head will be white next year.

-Zhao Bingwen's "Qing Xing Er" 28, a song in Yangguan, heartbroken, leaning alone on the railing. -Liu Yong's "Youth Journey" 29, heartbroken flying red film, no one cares, and who advised the singer to stop.

-Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near" 30. I don't know what is lingering in my arms? It's boring to wake up, and it's boring to be drunk. -Nalan Xingde's Mulberry Picking 3 1. Can't write a book, just send a little.

-Zhang Yan Jie Lianhuan 32. If the two love each other for a long time, sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Bridge Fairy" 33. The bright moon doesn't know whether it hates bitterness or not, and it leans towards dawn.

-Yan Shu's Dead Hua Lian 34. The sea dries up and the rocks crumble, and I hate not burying loess. -Yuan Haowen "Mai Bei Tang" 35. People are lovesick everywhere.

-Kuang Zhouyi's "Reduced Word Huanxisha" 36. You must be very sad when you get home. -Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man37. I was disappointed that I couldn't spend my honeymoon, and I got moss overnight.

-Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine" 38. Yu Di urges you to say goodbye. Disappointment is not a sad thing. -the text "the nearest flower" 39. I'm afraid I'll leave my arms, how much I want to say.

-Li Qingzhao's "Recalling the Phoenix Taiwan Flute" 40. In detail, it seems that it is not Huayang, but a little tear. -Su Shi's Water Dragon Hidden 4 1, the building is empty, and the old swallow can speak.

-Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao" 42. Who had expected that one heart could not get married, that is acacia. -Xia Wanchun's "Operator" 43. A group of people are jealous because they have no intention of fighting for spring.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. -Lu You's Operator, 44, Du Qiuniang and Tainiang Bridge.

The wind is floating and the rain is falling. 45, the sideburns are pitiful, just for acacia.

-Yan's "Life Chess" 46. Now, the wind is as strong as frost, and I dare not go out at night. Might as well go under the curtain and listen to people laugh.

-Li Qingzhao's "Singing Jade Music" 47. Before, I was tired of perfume bottles. Today, fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness. -Qian "Yu Lou Chun" 48, think of dragons, hate dragons, and hate them until they are still there.

Yueming people lean on the building. -Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc 49. Hate the world, teach life and death.

-Yuan Haowen "Fishing" 50. At first glance, it looks like a dollar is flying, the fireworks are wet, and no one sees tears. 5 1, the belt never goes out, which makes people haggard for Iraq ...-Liu Yong's "Butterfly Lovers" 52. The weather was warm and sunny, and it was lost to Yingying Yanyan.

The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away. -Zhu's "Golden Gate" 53, tears sealed, life is only difficult to die.

-Wen, "The Recent Flowers" 54. Where is the synthesis of sadness? Leave people's hearts to autumn. -Wu Wenying's Tang Duoling 55. The most important thing is that the sound is always leaking and the shadow is secretly moving.

-Chao Yuanli's Mudd Duck 56. Everyone has come to this matter and has no intention of avoiding it. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing" 57. A piece of spring sorrow is gradually blowing, just like a spring cloud.

-Jiang Chunlin "Willow Branches" 58. A few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crows the moon. -Xia Wanchun's "operator" 59. I wanted him to come back early, but he asked me to go to Qingyun.

-Dunhuang Ci 60, windy and rainy, the dream of breaking the hometown has not come true, and there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc 6 1, traveling all over the world, dreaming of old pavilions.

-the text "fishing" 62, flowers and moons blurred, want to see through the curtain. -Yang Ji's Bodhisattva Man, 63. Looking for him in the crowd. I suddenly turned around, and the man was there, dimly lit.

-Xin Qiji's Jade Case 64. It was his spring that brought sadness. Where did spring go, but he didn't know how to bring it. -Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai Near" 65. Jiangzhou Sima, his shirt was wet with tears, and it was the end of the world.

-Wu Ji's "Full Moon" 66. When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. 67, away from the intestine, thin makeup marks are shallow.

-Yuan Haowen "Qingping Music" 68. It's dusk alone, and it's stormy. -Lu You's "Bu Operator" 69, looking for it, cold and bright, sad.

-Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" 70. When shall I send Chunchun back? Near dusk mirror, sad past years, past and future empty. -Zhang Xian's "Fairy" 7 1, blowing willow cotton on the branches is sparse, and there are many fragrant grasses in the world.

-Su Shi's Butterfly Lovers 72. It rained cats and dogs.

2. There are three thousands of feet white hairs in the ancient poems about sorrow, and the fate of sorrow is as long as time. How can a sad word win a cold night? Jiang Feng's fisherman slept, while my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark, and ancient memories began. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river with spring water flowing eastward. Li Yu's two poems are still chaotic, which is a parting of sorrow. It's different in peacetime. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, too fast to face. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi) flows, and Surabaya flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little worried. He thinks long and hates long, and he can't leave. The bright moon is in the sky, and people lean on the building. The golden wind is rich and bleak, and the weather is cool and the vegetation is frosty. Ge Yanxing written by Wei of the Three Kingdoms has many leaves, which is generous. The elegant moon will be far away: describe the length of the night. The elegant moon is in the distance. Jin, Yuan and Ming Dynasties' Fire in June of the Year of Wushen is full of hibiscus, and Liu Yue is full of hibiscus: lotus. In Yan's Qiu Si in the Southern Dynasties, the cold city is overlooking, while Pingchu is bleak. The cold city has invaded this city. Overlooking: See far away. Hirachu:. Dragon Head Autumn Yunfei Pavilion is high: the water is flat. Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: Mountain name, between Shaanxi and Gansu. In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed up the Yi Dao Poem with resentment, and the grass was low in the fog of Jincheng, and the wood was under the wind of Yumen. The Bodhisattva Man (Xin Qiji) in the poem "Don't Be" by Liang and Fan Yun in the Southern Dynasties fell into the clear water of Yugutai, and there were many pedestrians in the center. I heard the partridges in the mountains. I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao kiln to send this news (Li Bai). I heard that Huayang has fallen to the bottom of five streams. I sent my sadness and bright moon to the west with the wind. I hope I can help you.

3. Poems about "Sorrow" Poems about "Sorrow" are:

1, Qingping Music will be sad.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

If you can't worry, you can't live in autumn. Six districts Pingshan deep courtyard. There are ups and downs every day.

At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk.

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The stronger the autumn, the more lingering the melancholy in my heart. I've been locked up in the deep house compound all day, behind the shutter door. These days, it's been stormy and gloomy.

After a storm comes a calm, the chrysanthemum scattered over the fence gives off a faint fragrance. People say today is the Double Ninth Festival. Looking back at the withered autumn clouds and autumn leaves, I can't help but have mixed feelings at dusk.

2, worried about romantic.

Song Dynasty: He Zhu

The wind is clear and the moon is full, and faith is a good season.

I won't worry about romantic affairs for many years.

The heart will burn the musk deer, and the song will be cut with the cold insects.

Go to bed if you want, untie your belt and tie a knot.

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It's a sunny night. Because I have been isolated from the people I miss for many years, I feel sad every time I see the breeze and the bright moon.

Lit incense and recite poems to incense, in order to eliminate the sadness in the heart, but the heart burns like incense and the singing is like insects. So I went to bed, maybe I can say goodbye to my sadness. Unexpectedly, my clothes won't untie. The more I tried to untie it, the more I couldn't untie it, but it became a fast knot.

3, like a dream, purple, dark, red, sad.

Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen

Purple is dark red, not in the mood. Where does the sunset return to spring? Spring doesn't look back, leaving a thick floccule for a day. Chun Zhu! Chun Zhu! I lost my family.

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The east wind is the most ruthless, which eclipses the beautiful colors and loses their true colors. It will be late, where will spring return? Spring has gone, never looking back, leaving only sheep flying all over the sky. Spring, spring, can you stop and re-render the house that has lost its color?

4. Yu Meiren Spring Sorrow

Song Dynasty: Chen Liang

The east wind shakes the clouds and sometimes it rains. Waterfront paintings bring new homes, and the mouth is full of fragrant mud.

Begonia is still fine in spring, with fragrant embroidery in its diameter. Crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remembering the man and the moon and folding pears.

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The east wind blows gently and the clouds drift with the wind. The rustling spring rain is tight and slow. In a small pavilion by the water, the newly returned swallows are busy building their nests. Xiangni in her mouth is wearing misty rain and falling flowers, flying around.

The path is covered with begonia flowers, colorful and fragrant. Green, fat, red and thin people are sad. What's more, at dusk, the willows in the courtyard crow. Remember, in the bright moonlight, the man gently picked pear flowers like snow with pure moonlight.

5. Huanxisha, I am used to the end of the world.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Accustomed to the stormy waves of the end of the world, Leng Yun faded away from autumn. The man woke up from his sleep and went upstairs again.

With my rustling, I only replaced a horse. People who love to laugh are so lonely that they get mad, while those who work only rest all their lives.

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I'm used to traveling around the world, so there's no need to add unnecessary worries. It's cold again, the grass is wilting again, and it's autumn again. Don't look upstairs again, because you wake up full of sadness.

I have worked hard all my life and only got the company of the old horse representing the land. Even the cowherd who can only get together once a year is laughing at my loneliness. People who worry about their work can have a good rest only after they have finished their lives.

4. This poem written in the ancient poem "Changle Po" gives people the word "worry". In the Tang Dynasty, pedestrians were divided into north and south roads, and the flowing water met the fishing ditch.

I hate leaving the slope all day long, and Changle's fame is a long worry. On the river, I'm worried about Tang Chenyu. When he reached the river, Weng opened the door and opened the door to the grass.

I only worry about my children, but I don't feel old. I'm worried that Tang Cui will be uprooted in September and grass will fly on three sides.

Dust horses change color, frost and snow swords make clothes. On a cloudy night, I am riding home by the book post.

Yin Qinfeng is upstairs, still waiting for Chunhui. Worrying about Du Fu and Cao Jiang in the Tang Dynasty is called worrying about one's life every day. Martial arts is not a common thing.

The vortex heron is at the bottom of the bath, and the solitary flowers are distinct. Ten years of military darkness, foreign guests are old and lonely.

Whether Qinshan Mountain in Weishui can see or not will make people sick. It is even more important to worry about sitting in the vulgar field of Du Fu's Gao Zhai in the Tang Dynasty.

In October, the mountains are cold and heavy, and the lonely city is faint. There are many kinds, left bear.

I ran in fear all day and didn't dare to talk about the return date. Worry about Tang Du Fu's humble shed as a household.

Jiangtong Goddess Pavilion is separated from Wangxiangtai. Gradually cherish the old face, no siblings came.

War and human affairs, looking back is sad. I'm worried that the gathering and dispersion of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty is intangible, and the ileum is self-shaped.

You can't stay in ancient and modern times, and you can't live without it. General Lu thought that the autumn was far away.

Who is more haggard, crying Qin Jing? In spring, Tang Hancong, the golden sun flew away, the Jade Rabbit also left, and the Green Temple remained forever. Qin E's sixteen words are like a string. He didn't solve the problem of being greedy for flowers and cherishing willows.

Wu Yuling geese have no news, and the water vows to grow green. I advise you not to go for a spring outing when you are young. Warm wind is thicker than wine when you are late.

Li Chongsi, who was worried about the Tang Dynasty alone, heard that Chengdu wine could be had without money. I don't know how many fights it takes to sell it.

Two Poems of Hakka Sorrow in Tang Dynasty: Hakkas' Sorrow about the willow color is getting deeper and deeper every day. The rippling spring breeze, who knows that the calendar is chaotic.

The guest is worried about the willow color, and the spring day is long. By sending running water to Hunan, he continued to enter the emperor's hometown.

Li Tingbi, a sad poem in the Tang Dynasty, is hard to send and stay, and it's all over. Pan Yue worried about the silk in his temple, and he frowned sadly.

Long poems ride empty, and the sound of geese is far away. Many lovesickness don't meet, and wine awakens the moon like a hook.

"Spring Sorrow in the Tang Dynasty" Meng Jiao's spring objects are different from those when the sorrowful guests meet. So flowers leave new branches, and new tears fall on old clothes.

Lonely at dusk, floating and sinking together. Worrying about Zhuang avoids worrying again, and it is unforgettable.

Sit in your heart at night and frost your temples. No childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines.

Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, where is the land of drunkenness? In spring, Wei Zhuang, who was worried about books, was hurt, and his hatred for it grew longer in spring. Dew touched the tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fell more and more beautifully.

Sleep with fear and dreams and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moonlight is scattered.

Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

Worried about the long night in Tang Xu, he felt that his voice was late and often sang with his eyebrows. The yellow leaves fall to urge the anvil to set the sun, and Zigui breaks his dream when he cries.

Fei Ming went to cry a thousand lines of tears, and Cai Yan came back to comb her temples. The Four Nobles cannot be recruited into the mountains, and the homeless are the most vulnerable.

Tang threw mud, which caused deep sorrow. Mo Yan's guests have no worries, but they must know how to worry and be sad.

In Yu in the Tang Dynasty, Zhu Si worried about falling leaves and sang to herself. Don't hate people who have no friends, but cultivate their nature and throw them into the sea.

There is a sound outside the old man's car door, and there are many Taoist scrolls in front of the pillow. Cloth will eventually become a passer-by, and green water and green mountains will eventually pass.

5. Sorrow poems, ancient poems, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleeping. -Tang Zhangji's a night-mooring near maple bridge

The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad. -Song Qingzhao's Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow.

What a sad word. -Song Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces ... —— Tang Du Fu's The Yellow River was Recovered by the Imperial Army.

Furong Xiao Yuan is worried about the border. -Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity

Fall into deep sorrow and hidden sorrow. -Don Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip

In the morning, she saw her bun changing in the mirror. -Tang Li Shangyin "Untitled"

The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy. -The Yellow Crane Tower in Hao.

With you, you will always worry. -Tang Li Bai, "How to move out of heaven without seeing the water of the Yellow River"

Someone upstairs is in a hurry. -Tang Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi

Have pity on those monkeys who only have claws to use. -Tang Li Bai's "Difficult Road"

Qingfengpu has no worries. -Zhang Tang Xu Ruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. -Yan Songshu's "Butterfly Lovers, Kiju, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dew"

It's dusk and I'm alone. -"Yongmei" by Song Luyou

The east wind brings new worries. -Song Ouyang Xiu's "The Battle of Xiao Meirui in the First Snow of Diehualianla"

I am in a strange country, and I can't sleep under a quilt. -Song Sushi's Autumn Wind Came to Wan Li Last Night.

New worries often perpetuate old ones. -Song Luyou's "Huanxisha"

Peach and plum in the city are worried about the wind and rain. -Song Xin Qi Ji, "Partridge Day, First Bud of Flowers on Strangers"

6. Who gave me ten ancient poems about sadness? Say their names. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. -Li Shangyin Untitled It was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. -Li Shangyin's Leyuan Scenic Area

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5"

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. -Zhang Ji is a night stop near Fengqiao.

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married. -Zhang Ji's "Yin Jiefu Send Dongping Lishi Island"

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening

But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. -Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. -Wei in Xixi Chuzhou

I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. -Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao, and sent this. "

Worried about adding new words. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

At dusk, crows crow in the courtyard. Remember that man, Pear Blossom and Moon Bright. -The Little Mermaid by the cat, the east wind is swaying and the clouds are light.

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall

7. Plum, a lyric poem by Li Qingzhao.

Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,

Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.

Who sent the brocade book?

The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.

One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation.

Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.

Li Qingzhao's Memories of Xiao Blowing the Phoenix Terrace

Golden man,

Turn red,

Get up and comb your hair.

Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,

Hang the curtain in the sun.

Afraid of parting,

How much do you want to say?

New and thin,

Non-dry wine,

Not a sad autumn.

Take a break,

Those who go back,

Millions of "sunshine passes",

It's hard to stay.

Studying in Wu Lingren,

Smoke locked on Qin Lou.

Only the running water in front of the building,

Thinking about me all day, staring at me.

Staring at this place,

Now it's added,

New sadness.

Zuihua Li Yin Qingzhao

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

"Huanxisha" Li Qingzhao

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor without words.

In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Li Qingzhao, Dianjiang lip

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.

Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Li Qingzhao, the order of a dream

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. "

The same is true of the above two courses, I hope I can help you!