Excerpted from: a blog http://blog.chinaunix.net/Article.php?articleid=7412&blogid=21 Narcissus autumn night murdish autumn wind blowing old summer flower, half-window Ying Yingqian Yuehua, white dragonfly. Night rainfall bamboo shoots, pods black and white into painting. The virtual name can go a few years, and the fly peers will add white, not as good as the poetry wine. Wave Tour Shantou drunk late rain, sleeper, mist, the sky. The Tall people drunk hibiscus. Who is more exquisite? Late photo sent to Hong Kong, with Dongfeng. Yunshan masked into the mist. Laughing, looking for piano, poetry, disappears. Waves Sands Sleefish Sleeple Moonlight Window, Before the Screen. Friends sing and sleep, and wonderful words are like spring, and they are loud. Going to the night, there is a lot of money. End of the end of the earth, the end of the year, I still think about the head of the sun, Mo Yangguan. The butterfly love flower night listening to the rain, the wind, the wind, the wind, the wind is sent, and it is as light. Night is quiet, quietly, and notice. The rain stamped the courtyard, the water is full, and it is goodbye to pond the pond. Although there is night cool autumn, the cup is invited to open the moon. Linjiang Xianzen is turning between the name of the name, it is rare to be unlicensed for a few days. Qin Xin Ya is going to go. With the bargain, every time you feel quiet. The lust is not for my wish, and it is still repairing. Docked to the fairy, Fanghua bullets, and the joyous companion. The long joys thought, the meaning is awkward. The pulse is a bit, the silk is hover. Thoughts, tears long stay. The dream will be temporarily forgotten, when will I travel. Long acacia caves, rain, rain. Turkica in front of the thin window, and listen to the strings. Star is primarily, the month is early. Prades the new word online line, I hope that he is willing to know. The nanopian rock blows the leaves before the night, the leaves are frosted in the dancer. Flying down and still shadow, 翩. I have an embroidered curtain. The cool night is calm, and it is quiet to repeat. The wastage is scattered, and it is followed. And with the moon to sleep. A shear plum is soaked, and the color is like a fairy. Who is with a common autumn, a few songs, a clear spring. The letter is Yao Taiji nine days, does not fatal dust, and it is leisure. The incense is cold, and the chrysanthemum is like smoking. Jiangchengzi drunken into the top of the poetry, half-awake, intertwined. There is no hindrance, don't feel the dance. Low drink is slow, it is not satisfactory, frequently putting the latter, from Taoran. Who is full of heartless, show the cloud, paying a residual article. Love is not counting, a drunken flying smoke. The word strikes the pen and laugh, the autumn water, keep me sleep. The sixteen words made the winter and winter, and they raised the jade. The mountains are in, the old dreams are the same. Winter scene, long river cold fishing. Lonely boat, the wind and dance. Winter Mi winter, ethereal soul, cold palace. Mei lips, snow is filled with flowers. Winter night, star cold as a bow. Candle shaking, leaning on the lace in the morning. Soviet section, Tian Haohao. The desert is continuous, the bleak is folded. The wind is full of dust. Long hacking mad songs, difficult to be toned. Try to high, overlooking. The feeling of feelings, how is the spring. The extension is better. Yangliu Dush, Mo Fu Hui Huisha is old. Bridge fairy intends to Ying Yinghe Han, 迢迢 迢迢 望, difficult to discover the veins. Silent conceclat, how to take the moon. Don't forget, don't leave, leave the detail. There is a hundred years old, and you can carry a noble. Bodhisattva is excited to leave the red dust, and the willow is difficult to take the boat. Lan scull goes to fly, ask when to return? Don't come unintentionally, your heart go to people. I short songs, poor mountains. Recalling Qin Di Die Xiaoxiao, and the flow of the spring will be ahon.
Cherish the spring, the water flows, the discipline is sad. Decoction of the Yingzhu wings, do not speak dance double fly. Double flying, Nai Xiang, Dew, tears. Xiao Zhong Mei Mei shadowing alone in the moonlight faint. Dark fragrance adds a winter rhyme, and the soul. Like the cold frost, I am beginning to smell, Condo Yulu, Pearl Point Lips. Mo Dao Xue has been, there is a spiritual, distinctive spirit. Acacia is still surpassed, and the clothes are quiet. Full river red chess is distinct, and the leisure, the hero is full. When you talk, this is like a child. Why is it expensive to win, although it is goodbye, it is good. Chairman, who has repeated black and white, and he has helpless. Reduction, with a calculation. Robbery, labor suspicion. Ask the Jun, if this is, you can't hurt my heart. Try to see how many people in the world, turn a game when it is in the moment. It's all over, and I'm going to Tao Ran, and I will go. The beauty of the beautiful people is cold and cold, and the wind is windy. Fortunately, the residual soul of the chrysanthemum, the leaves fell with me. Great Xiao Sohe, late cloud coagulation is heavy rain. And the fog is not a frost, and it is homing to reimpose Zhu powder test plum makeup. The lips listen to the wind, who is clear and embroidered. Locking is right, taking a worsen. It's melodious, and it's flexible. Sound sounds, such as thinking, a song is condensed. The sechroom spring is blowing lock, and Qiong Qi Yu Yu will make makeup. The snowy moon is cold, and heaven and earth. Cast is like Yushu, and the bacme is dark. The glass is full of wild, specially looking for a role. Qi Lang returned to a river in a river, flowing with Haiping. Biki is a new sunny, Qingshan ancient road. It took rain, tears Yingying, reluctant. The wonderful language is coming, and the jade bar is a long time. Note: The name of the friends in the article is: a river spring water, Haiping, 霁 霁, Qingshan, ancient road, spent rain, Yiyi, not, Wen Wen, Mi Zi Mulan flower Wangchun light cold warm spring early, stranger Spring grass. The spring breeze is not feeling cold, and it has sent a poem. Hundreds of flowers have not been in the spring, but fortunately, there is spring plum branches laugh. Bored to boring from the spring, easy to live in spring. The narcissy of the jade case, the silence of the rolls. Lingbo actually believes in fairying, laughing, like a cloud, Ye Ten Rui is not angry.沁 园 春. The spring rain is clarified, and the number is frightened and passed down. Looking at the slanting, the shepherds wear, the rain is slightly, and the fishing is angry. Bi-plasma, Mei Tian Yun gathers, Yanzi is busy uncomfortable. Returning far, look at the people, I will take Wu Wei. Why not end the day, the scenery should be better. Xi Ye Yong wants to drop, three points will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will. The courtyard is deep, the small courtesy, the silk is soft. Whose pen, write the month of the pool, the landscape is long. Modify the version - a class of crystal, a little bit of fragrant, and passed through the via. Tissue slander, piratory, clear wave, fishing hook. Yunju Tian Tian, Biye Well, Yan Zi is busy unsolving. After returning to the far, Wen Wu Sheng smoked, foggy and lancing. Why not dine in the day, and the lords of the seas are also excellent. Xi Liu Qing wants to drop, three points, flowers, and a pulse. Wash the spring deep, the dream is cold, and the silk is soft. Who wrote, wrote a quiet lake, and the landscape is long. Jiangchengzi Spring deep fog rents all the curtains. Evening wind, people fiber. Mingxia scattered, tears to fly. Liu Yizhang is bright, but it is floating, and Wan Nasha. Who is laughing at the hospital? Shui Yu, the moon hook hang. Baihua shadow, Liang Shangyan whispered. Try the deep drunk, the golden account is warm, and the cold is cold. Walking incense. Preferencing swallows in the spring, branches. Calculate annual, don't stop. The dish is looking far, the occasional bump. Look at the apricot, the peach enchanting, Liu Yu Ting.
The sky is fresh, the clouds are empty. Soft wave, point duckweed. Swim in the spring, spring to send a light. There are flowers and shy, laugh, water content. Qing Yu case. Spring floral willow color is invites, there is more, branches. Book with wine and books. Qingshan picturesque, Chunxi is more wonderful, biased towards flowers. Micro-intelligence is a clear flow of clearing, and this poem cannot be less. I am proud of the world laugh. And the governance, and the depth of the law, is not a sentence. Drawing magnolia flower spring grass idle, throwing a spring breeze into a grass. Cuished, want to send a Buddhist mountain. More far, a little faint is constantly. I am afraid to return to Xiaomang. The surchantment of the Spring is not allowed to see you. Every time I remember, my heartache is like a hang. The spring is damaged, tears and wet. When the sun is eyebrow, the lack of Junxin. Eight's spring water is warm and warm, and I have a little duckweed. Dongfeng wrinkles, a spring, quietly clear. Silk fine will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will will willows. Qingqing seems, profitable, and introduces you. Cream Tianxiao horn is cold, cold, rain and frost. Qingye is looking for, his life is so good, and you will have a broth. And with wind dance, clear graceful. The face is not cold, the spring is good. See "He is both ruthless, I will do" sentence when I sell a speech, I feel. Lazy painting, smashing, railing, only condensed, deeply, deep hatred, he is both ruthless.鹧鸪 天. Where is the mourning, and a rumor is like a rumor.铮 语 语 语 语 语 语 黯 黯 黯 黯 黯 黯 黯 黯 黯The wind, rain. Ruthless wind and rain break. Who is still sad, tears, two difficulties.凤 凤. 春 春 春Floating, happy, boring, with Luo Rong. Sigh, sigh, sigh. The forest fog, the flowers are degraded, and they will always pay yourself. No soul, thousands of mountains, the cloud is unlabeled, the love is deep. Scattered, scattered, scattered. The row of fragrant relies on the blue window, the lonely gallery. Going in a hurry, infinite scenery. Niyuan Yong, Dream Short Poettor. Ask who is 愁, who is bitter, who is busy. Old time is happy, today is bleak. If you regret, you will be invisible. One point, two sofa. Sighing is empty, people are all, tears are built. Walking incense, writing Danqing, string. Black and white, also clear. Dome, red, yellow, purple, yellow. White jade case, Rover, 纱 window. The world is piercing, the world is cool. On the defeat, who can be mad? It is easy to pass by a hundred years. Look at the poem, the word is elegant, and the song is angled. The moon is in the Mid-Autumn Festival Clear veins, alienating the jade railing. The idle pavilion wants to think, he is lonely, who is solving the cold? Thousands of households, the gods, laughter. Everything is, annual tonight, the moon is the same. Booth breaks the yarn, the question, the people gather, the light rain, the breeze, the push cup pass, how many poetry, the cloud! Supporting the pen, holding the pen, the night wind blows, not feeling cold, the wine is just like the spring, the halo. High balcony Tanabata Xiaoso Changhe, lonely starry, autumn wind wrinkles moth. Also, the trial will report the old things. Cuiqi first slammed the whole, the number from the head, all grievances. The concept of chandise, embroidered, and the years. In the year, it is confined, and the golden wind is jade, crosses the Qing wave. Seeing a hurry, dust is always lined. If you have come today, you will come, and you will think, Mo Pan. I hope that her, I'm like Bodhi, I am physically into the mother.
Stepping Shaws. Xia Fuwin pillow cool, bamboo window gossip. It's hard to cool out the horizontal horses. The frog is disturbed, and the light is on the ground. Dotudi cooked tea, lotus pool into painting. The wild is wild in the wild. For the reading book, the ice space is secretly turned. Drunken flowers intertwined, the gods of the thoroughness, the disorder. And tears, 平平, all autumn thoughts. Dreams in the night, touched. The sound of the rain, a bit drop, and the turns goes. Magnolia flower. Peach blossoms, wild flowers, such as fire like Xia Tu Valley. Rouge is a flavor, and it is often dancing with people. Clearance does not like the bee butter, faintly relying on the Green Emperor. Mo is doing a fruit, and he is endless. Butterfly love flowers. Falling flowers and aromats have a day. Want to borrow the long wind, go to Yunboan. Thanks to the love of the beefly, this kind of emotion is Dan Ting Dance. Tears asked flowers and flowers. Little blush, pushing countless. Who is floating into the road, and if the ghost is in any place. The sixteen words make Lan Xin Hibisquin, Chang Yi Feiqiong hugged the high school. In the quiet, it is self-reliant. Heart, don't love silk bamboo hidden piano. Deeply, the landscape has Jiayin. Wooden, green onion with green bamboo. Far away from people, look at time. The hibiscus, the flowers are clear. Sinking night, horrible monthly silver. The sixteen words make the pure purple coagulation, Yi Ruo Ice is like a cloud. Soft aspiration, wind warm sweark. True, as a mirror, there is no dust. Duty, do you make a microgravity. Purple, it is difficult to 觅 钟 灵 绣 绣 词. Put thin drunk, red skirts. Gondola, heaven and earth Xiu Xiu Jianxing. In the autumn sound, I took Dream Crystal Ying. Sixteen words make tourists Changan tour, four seas drift as water flow. Outside the mountains, a horse is clear. Passenger, the wild lacing is so song. Chongyang Day, poetry alcohol is 吟. Long, smile and look at the Yunyun Yanyong. Red dust, holding wine to persuade the sun. Ann, the East Renaissance is reluctant. I am free, from this hidden rock. The sixteen words make the clouds and clouds, and they want to send late. On the world, who does not know the king. Volume, singing Jingyang Guan Song did not disabled. It is a new song and the wind is boundless. Cloud, take a sunset. Dinjacing, helpless month has been fainted. Shu, Bishui Qingshan into the picture. After a long time, the grass is a few glory. The sixteen words to Lan Ruo fiber, should be Yao Taoyu. Yingying, long wishes Nanshan. If the red sleeve is cut the spring.眉 秀, the moon. Fiber, wind warm confusing curtain. Spring is good, I am so angry. After the young people are chaotic, they are Chongyang, and the new chapter is written. A song, two light wine, the clouds are deep. Mo Yanjiang left well scenery, Certown is a row. The wind will send Chengxia, the curtain is mild, where is it not Xiaoxiang. Teenagers are in the light shirt, and the sun is reflected, and it is bright as Huashi. Half of the pool, a dine red, illusion is fog. Red dust is lonely spring, the color pen writes the poem. Yun rhyme stayed, and the light is dark, how can you still recall Xiaoxiang? After the young people are chaotic, they are Chongyang, and the new chapter is written. A song, two light wine, the clouds are deep. Mo Yanjiang left well scenery, Certown is a row. The wind will send Chengxia, the curtain is mild, where is it not Xiaoxiang. The sixteen words order is to make the windy all-in-law - the piano, the string, the string, and the top. In the red dust, it is difficult to find a sound. Chess, reverse the classics is also a quicker. Black and white, why bustically. Book, indulge in the Dongfeng Moon. Chai Interlude, Mo Moistor is coming. Painting, fracture pyrocolite yarn. Yingying wrote, Mao She was two or three. Poetry, Yushu included Fang Jinxiu. Cut, good sentence fee for thinking. Wine, with the gentleman. The cup is full, Mo teaches tears. Flower, the bridge is green. With the wind, I have worked hard to the horizon.
品 香 香 香 清 芬 无 满 云廊, Xia Feng semi-invasive dreams. The butterfly danced with him, sitting on the mountain room. The book is clear, and there is a clear rhyme, and it will be more than a hundred peanuts. The heart is Yam in ink, and the poem has a dream nine colon. It's even more than Jaci, and heaven and earth. Warm fragrance. Peach blossom is natural and beautiful, and the wind is scattered. I have masked the people on the same day, and I will try my fisherman to Wuling. Yixiang. Lotus slim water center, elegant and dustal makeup. I can't hold the love, and I can't hold the ink. Ya Xiang. Chrysanthemum Ya Xiangnan is in front of the wind, the softness is not used to jade. Fortunately, Into the flower, and move to the East Fence. Nanshan. Yunxiang, plum blossoms, find a fragrance full sleeves, do not swipe the cold. Xiangru rhyme, the rhyme, the rhyme, and the rhyme. Independently, the wind is cold, and the rhyme is in a dream small red building. I would rather pay the bustling, and the snow is cold and cold. The style is colorful, and the fragrance is fascinating into the horizon. What is the poems of the banyan tree to listen to the rhyme flute Mu Tsinghua, who is the elegant hospital? The mountain heavy water is constantly, and the poetry in the room is boring. Qing Qingzi Pei Pei Zihua, if the fairy is devalued. Bluebird is attentive, walking in the clouds. Missing quiet laughs, slaves in poetry forest honest. Jiayin Welcome to the guests, fragrant tea, a smoke. Clouds at the West Lake Looking at the Moon, Blossoming Ice Mei Yama. Children meet, where to ask, where is the guests cloak. The Buddha Zen is invested in the year, and the child is a Buddha. The bell is surrounded by the heart, and then asked the head. Yun Yan Jiao Ying Qingxi Show, Haisheng Ziwei Listening - Leisure Review Ashi Shiyou Hai Tianzi is Minghua, the wandering of the wander is home. The show is like Qing, and I will look at Hongxia. It is a talented home. The Confucius is not laughing, and YAX is a messy cloud. Ziqi Dong is Yao China, Longlou Feng Po is in the fairy home. Hao Mei is untrustworthy, looking at the five lakes to stepping on the smoke. Xiao Rui autumn cold and frost, flying snow jewy people home. Cold and lonely, it is proud of it. Where is the song, and I have never been idle. The morning is sprinkled in the morning, and I don't laugh in the evening. Listening to Miao Yun, Yaju Tree Ho Moist. The floating poetry is piloted, and Yi Shi talks to laugh. Qing is from Blue Swishi, if it does not meet each other. Ji's bamboo is a pen, sprinkling into the blue sky. Mind and people are gaining, and the slaves are complaining from home. Why is Jiao Hou, and Softbo is condensed. The cloud is in the sky, and the blossoms floats. Children laughing in paper, pretty red, chairman. Spring rain is like smoke, there is a home in the depths of the water. The breeze is not lonely, and Li Jap is in the evening. The north is full of bustling, and Pujiang is my home. Hold in a constant text, the heavy color is written. This is a yellow-rolled lady, and the child is green. The plain can also become a jade. Mei Xiang Wu Yun Baimei Ying Ying Ya Yu Tsinghua, Yan Jie is like a moon wind rhyme. The slight fragrance is cold, and the flower is like a beautiful. Green Mei is a city, the city is green, and the elegant is not a rhyme. Jiaxiang is also cold, and it is like a frown show. The powder is delicate and delicious, and the snow is slightly good. The fragrant fragrance is not cold, and the lips are soft. Huang Mei Yiyi has a Fanghua, bright and bright rhyme. The cold fragrance is not cold, and the profit will be wonderful. Ice is the bones of the bones, and the moon tea is good. Li Yan is so cold, and it is like Qing in the world. Also white plus is the fairy evil, and the rhymes are clear. The fragrance is countless, and the rhyme is written in the wind. The green plum is fragrant, and the snow is fragrant. Who said frostatic is light, and the blue tree is a wonderful style. The powder plum is fascinating the golden cereals, and the hood is stationed. I want to be cold, and who is in common spring. Huang Mei once sent spring to the end of the world, and Qing Li was unique. The sizzling of the sizzling, the dance skirt is full of prosperity. Ice Mei Weiqing accompanied me to Tianya, like Mingyue Xian Yunjia.
The filament is unfolded, and the laugh is clear in the wind. The word play into the poem for the moon drunk, the wonderful song is a fairy tone. Change the wine, he, the phoenix, the drunk and then the song. The landing of the land is like a dream order, and go to see the poetry. In the moon, you will look at the Youth Yuxi case. Snowpocalypse slow, listening, listening, listening, listening, listening. Monthly graphics shadow beauty, the middle night handle meets. Mid-Autumn Festival pen (1) Holding a moon, and the best in the month. Leaves, lush laurel, cold and lonely moon. Looking back, watching the dust, the lights are laughing in the reunion. The world is just in the autumn, cold and warm and warm again. The autumn is sleepy, dreaming is really fascinating. Affectionately, from the string, I have a cold flowers. Red 笺 小 娇 罗罗,, write this month. In the past, Yaochi dance, Joy and I didn't know the year. One window, the monthly photo, sleep, will be a poem. The Shiguo Huiji, Shui Qingmu, Huiqiao. How many things to be ancient and old, the world is big in a moon. How to sing again, leisurely arrogance. Mid-Autumn Festival Pen (2) The cloud screen is deep, and a cup of turbid wine is self-excited. A few more stars and exquisite, illusion, the moonlight is really true. This heart show has turned many years, and it is non-defeated. Many feelings have been tired, and there is no holiday. Look at the mirror, dye, lonely, let go of makeup. The fallen leaves are not sweeping, and the autumn wind rolls are sigh. I am not sent, so I like the West House Frost. I feel that I will complain with the past, and the red leaves are remembered. I thought that the rhyme was gentle, but it was a spring and sad autumn. And today's pillow, it is spent from floating water. Autumn is more depressed today, who is the weather in the world. The window is indulging in Qingli, wants to take the morning grievances. How can this hate how to stop, this feelings are in a faint poem. The old man is on the day, when the newcomer is laughing in front of the light. Ni Tianyi is always difficult, and the zero is deeply hurt. Toast, the moon, the wine is going to die. Returning to the river, seeing the ice string, such as snow. The Qin Qiqi has a roll of books, and Chai Gate has been exhausted. I feel spring breeze spring rain, spring grass, spring water flow. Biye woven spring swallow, village girl is like spring soft. The shepherd bull put the spring song, the songs faint into the Spring House. Find the spring dress, the swims on the swoofan. I suddenly heard the spring flowers, and the spring poetry was planned. Where is the jade people teach you to blow a blow, and the Qing Li is soft. The snow point plum is slow, and it is embarrassing. The beautiful people are warm, such as the jade, away from the human emot. The landing of the land is like a dream, and the evening book is so lonely. Beautiful people in the night, boasting, Jiayun Ya is in a hurricane. Toasting the moon drunk, Qingfen into a dream. It is clear that Qingfen is not quiet, and the moon is accompanied by me. Zhou Gongshi said with a long time, but according to Yaji. Long night book is solarus, once a day. Wei's three will be willing to, and the brink of the bridge. For the ambiguity, he is embarrassed, and the people are fascinating. When you sleep, you are full of poetry, blow bamboo on the night. It is often necessary to listen to the garden, and elegant is better. Yushan He Yushu lives, Zen room is warm and laughs. In addition, Xianying is granted, and the dance is good in Feng Tian Fengzi. It's chopped to welcome the frost, and you have to leave the sky. Also, I used to fly with six flowers, and the poetry invited the moon to return. In the heart of Jinxiu, the illusion is like a good fortune. It is clear, and there is a dance, laughs to see the spring warm hibiscus. The rainy moss is upper-order green, and the book is Fengxiai Shen tea. I know that dark fragrance has Tsinghua, and the shadow is self-sufficient. Ice and snow is like a fairy, falling as a viser. Only in the Qing Ming Zhi Zihua, Yang Xiaoying is laughing. I will listen to the snow, I hope to go to the horizon. Another is quiet and the court is over the month, swaying Qinghuahua. Songs are tired and tired, and poetry is accompanied by the horizon. In addition, the front of the window will reflect the moon, and the rhyme is in good quality. The wind is also cold, and the flowers are fragrant. There is no one in the night, and I don't feel good month.
