Write a poem about a brothel.

Li Bai's Twelve Ancient Imitations Volume 183_3

The sky is clear and the stars are like white stones. Huang Gu and Weaver Girl are not far apart.

There is no magpie bridge in the Milky Way, and it will be very comfortable without it. The boudoir cares about Jiangsu and Anhui, and the wanderer mourns the service.

A bottle of ice knows the cold in winter, but frost deceives distant guests. Guests fly like autumn leaves, without saying anything, drifting away.

Don't wear long backs, but wear clothes when they are wide. The moon holds the night dream, so I send a gold badge.

High-rise buildings soar into the sky, and below them is Bai Yutang. The moon is about to set, when the window is bright and clean.

A beauty in the remote night, Luo Yi stained with autumn frost. Affectionate and soft, playing the role of a stranger.

How fierce the string sound is, and the wind flies around the beam. Pedestrians wander and birds return.

But writing Yu Ji is bitter. Don't quit this song. If I meet a heart, I will fly like a purple mandarin duck.

A long rope cannot tie the sun, which has been sad since ancient times. Beidou gold is high, and it does not hesitate to buy Yangchun.

There is no light left on Shi Huo, and he is like a person. Is that things have been like a dream, and then who am I?

Don't quit your job and be poor, but talk about the host neighbors. Immortals are in a trance, and if they are drunk, they are true.

Yushu is green in Qing Dynasty, and Yaotai is bright in spring. Climb flowers to make beautiful scenery and give them to immortals.

The fragrant wind sends purple plums to Fusang Gold. Take away the beauty of the world and the treasure in your heart.

Acacia laugh and chat to show affection.

It's sunny today, but not as good as tomorrow. Spring breeze laughs at others, so why worry?

Play the flute, dance Cai Feng and drink fish. A daughter bought an alcoholic, but not for fun.

When tuas passed away, there were two gaps in the east gate. A foolish man lays a stone with tiles, but a talented man knows how to roll it.

If you have nothing to do, you will be miserable.

Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the wind is cold and frost. One hundred grasses died in winter, while six dragons withered in the west.

Taibai is in the east, and the comet shines. Yuanyang is not a bird, what is a South Hunan family.

However, the eagle used to be a dog, but now it is a Hou and a king. Water becomes a dragon, pool wins a phoenix.

Beidou doesn't care about wine, Nanjikong.

The world road is too big to get into the car. All ethnic groups are withered, so there is no shortage of coke.

There are many bones in the wild, and ghosts sell them. Honor should be timely, and Chunhua should burn.

Kunshan men are not jade. Immortal, glorious in the pavilion.

The moonlight can't sweep away, so you can't worry about guests. Jade dew gives birth to autumn clothes, and fireflies fly a hundred herbs.

The sun and the moon will eventually die, and heaven and earth will wither together. I'm glad this tree is old.

Jin Daning is wrong, and the ignorant can't ask for it. I'm not chitose. I hate to die young.

Drink into the jade pot and hide it as treasure.

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees. Heaven and earth are against each other, and sorrow lasts forever.

The moon is empty, and Fusang becomes a salary. The bones are silent, and Song Tao knows spring.

Sigh more before and after, proudly.

The fairy rode Cai Feng, and it was windy yesterday. The sea is three clear and shallow, and you can find Taoyuan at a glance.

I left my green jade cup and my purple Qin Qiong. When the glass is poured, the piano sounds loose.

There are two things that are not available in the world. What about pearls and gold? The harp plays the wind in the wind, and the cup exhorts the sky and the moon.

It's easy to know what it looks like, but the world is so sudden.

I love this lotus when I wade in the river. The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round.

This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away. Acacia missed seeing, looking forward to the breeze.

Back and forth, I still remember you when I quit my job. Hanshui is different, so is Chushan.

Life is difficult to express, so you can't grow into a group. The more Yan Xi Ri Hai, the more the rhyme of Yanhong Temple.

Don't be too late, you can't eat. There is still a long way to go before sunset.

Wang Fu went up the mountain, but the fossils did not return.