A poem that disappoints and frightens her husband. Take stock of poems that disappoint her husband.

Bai Xuan's ink was not dry, and people didn't return it when they realized it. Tears stay when writing, and the end of the word is cold.

It's a cold night, and it's very cold in autumn, so it's too late to sleep on an ice bed. The stove is keen on cold wind and breaking water, and there are few small ripples in Yuen Long.

There is a chill in the water and a moon in the water. People are drunk in the hidden building, and Long song is faintly cold!

The cold in winter makes the flowers linger, and I shudder from afar. I felt like a distant wall all night, and my appearance was almost embarrassing.

It's cold outside the door when it rains and snows, and it's chilling to sit on the sofa. Xijiang girl didn't know her sin, but she buried her sad heart.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

It suddenly began to rain in the morning, holding an umbrella and throwing off the sleeves of wet shirts in a hurry. Clothes are cold and eyes are cold, and books are sad.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to say I'd better have a rest, but I said it's cold and autumn.

If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou. Go to Bitaochun Waterway and pass by Xiaoying's crying place. The ferry is green with branches and leaves. Since then, the brocade book has not been sent, and the painting building is unfounded.