Dirty poems in yellow sentences.

Put your wrist strap into Luowei and blow out the lights with shame and laughter.

Lily pricked her heart and dared not frown loudly.

-"Biography of Jigong" Feng Menglong "Three Words and Two Beats"

The moon is dark and foggy, so I can go to Lang's side tonight. Well, socks smell good and gold shoes are portable. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.

-Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man, Flowers, Bright Moon, Dark Cage and Light Fog"

Eighteen brides are eighty lang, with gray hair and red makeup.

Two nights of mandarin duck quilt, pear tree pressing begonia.

-Su Shi's Play in Zhang Xian

Powder fragrant sweat in heptachlor, spring crisp cotton rain cream. After bathing in Tan Lang, the purple grapes are cool and fragrant.

-Zhao Luan Luan, "Full of Tang Poetry, Crispy Milk"

Sitting alone in the study as a wife, this matter is not mentioned to outsiders. If you change your left hand to your right hand, it's like getting divorced and marrying a wife. One joy after another, eyes blurred and bones crisp, drops fell to the ground, children and grandchildren turned into mud.

-Cheng, "Laughter in the Woods"