Seven-character poem beginning with Xiao.

A household name, know everything. This spring morning, I woke up easily and knew nothing about ghosts and ghosts. The wind died down and the night broke. It is important to know what is important, but not to know what is senile. More importantly, it is obvious that night has come. Everyone knows everything. Zhu Yizun's "Mantle Volume" Luopu Chuanchang, Qingxi Road is broken, and the wind lights go out. Li Yi's Wind and Wu Xianggong is easily disturbed. The green window is full of dreams. This is obviously like writing about Wen Jun's hatred and thousands of worries. Zhou Bangyan's "Bianzhou No.1" is cold, and the village is late. Seen from a distance, the sail is very small. Leaves are turning crows, the wind is breaking geese, the sky is lonely and the clouds are ethereal. The official Liu Xiao is sparse, and even the photos are left behind. The scenery is concerned, and the road to Sichuan will be taken another day to urge the old. Gradually, the crazy friends were not so happy, and Naiud was surrounded by thoughts. On the piano, the words in the machine are the most touching arms. I also know that people have been waiting for a long time, and roses are grateful and smiling. I want to dream of Gaotang, but I haven't slept yet. first frost is empty. There is also Wang Changling's "Cool Works", and the wind in Chu Xiao is bleak. I hope to see Chuanze in Xialing.

Satisfied, please adopt.