A poem with a haircut.

Moss half cut off the world of mortals, remember being down and out for many years.

Walking in the window near the west wind blowing thin and autumn equinox, the fallen trees.

After four years of bachelor's degree, he became a layman in three days.

Who said that an article is not blood, and the rain at night is the soul of an ancient poem?

(the second song)

Peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, and bluebirds are not idle.

The haircut at dusk looks cool, and the poems at night are very tired and stubborn.

When all my troubles are eliminated, I will wash my face and look brand-new.

You know, you can climb far and wide, but if you are complacent and smart, you don't have to climb.

(The third song)

Cloudy days have made me feel good, and it is rare to cut my hair for half a day.

Stretch your neck and cut it with the wind. Don't talk to the mirror with your lips pressed.

The spring breeze is coming, and my eyes and eyebrows are fresh.

In an instant, the old scene has been removed. Who doesn't remember childhood now?

(the fourth song)

Can Hongbao stay in Yan for a long time? Dragon sword's tweezers are white and sad.

If you want to clear up your stupid account, you must cure three thousand troubles!

You are ashamed to look in the mirror before you have achieved anything, but your economy has been stagnant for a long time.

Chai Fei, if the sage is deducted, it is urgent to hold a greeting ceremony.

(the fifth song)

Talking about self-injury in the mirror, I am sighing to a stranger.

The hair is still messy because of the lock. It must be a long poem.

The girl in the cave cut gold, and the silver wire shone beside the cloth.

I didn't know them when I came back with a broom. I asked who was who.

(the sixth song)

In the mirror, it is a waste of time, and it is also a waste of time.

One heart is good, three lives are few, and the ear is more than half a foot from the shoulder.

The scar on the sideburns only remembers my brother, and the pimple on my brow also pities my brother.

From then on, the Buddha snail was faintly visible on the top of the motorcycle.

(the seventh song)

The uneven temples are covered with nylon, and the jade hands are white towels.

One cut lightly drives away the disturbing dreams, and three combs make me feel dejected.

Clear waves wash away resentment in the heart, and hurricanes blow the dust overhead.

Blow out a thousand styles, and there is a new person in front of the stage.