Ancient poems of women like flowers

The book of songs is pale, and the Millennium is frost.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

Tracing back and forth, the road is blocked and long.

Swim back from it, in the middle of the water

Sadly, the Millennium is still there.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right.

Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.

When the moon comes out, it is bright and beautiful.

Shu Yao corrected Xi.

I'm worried.

When the moon came out, it was beautiful and you were worried.

Worried.

The moon is shining, the people are shining and the sun is shining.

I am in pain.

Qingpingdiao1-Li Baiyun wants clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal wealth.

If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.

Qingpingdiao 2-Li Baihong dew fragrance, sex and rain heartbroken; Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow leans against her new clothes.

Qingpingdiao 3-Li Bai's famous flowers pour into the country, and they are often laughed at by the king of Chu.

Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north.

There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent.

Take care of the city first, then the country.

It's best not to know the whole city and country? It's hard for a beautiful woman to get my fair lady again. A gentleman's skin is like jelly, and a jade face is like a fish sinking into a wild goose. He was ashamed of flowers and closed the moon, and the beauty was idle, so he chose Sanchi Road.

Ran Ran has many soft strips, fluttering leaves, busy sleeves and a gold ring on his wrist.

She wears a sparrow gold hairpin on her head and an emerald green jade on her waist.

The pearls are shining, and corals and pearls are interspersed.

How does Yi fly? How can he fly away with the wind?

Looking at the glory from afar, if the noise is like the beauty of the world, it is like Chu; The beauty of Chu lies in Mo Ruochen; The beauty minister is the son of boss Mo Ruochen.

The owner's son, adding one point is too long, subtracting one point is too short, the powder is too white, and the vermicelli is too red.