Wandering sons, threads in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, make clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "Silkworm Girl" entered the city yesterday and returned with tears. All over Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers. Spring thoughts, the grass in your north is blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into moss. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang? "Four Poems in Longxi, Part Two" vowed to sweep the Huns regardless of their health, and 5,000 sable brocade mourned Chen Hu. Alas, the pile of bones in Wuding River is still the husband of a young woman in my dream.
There are beautiful women in the north, and they are peerless and independent. Laziness is like a flower shining on the water, and action is like the wind helping the willows. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her. The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. Why is tenderness scattered? Love and hate sound like resentment. Chinese odyssey with thin steps. Jun is like Zhi Tao in three spring, and Su is like chrysanthemum in nine autumn. If the face is a silver basin, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green. -from Cao Xueqin. Fade away, wine is light, and words are low.
Zhao Yan has many beautiful women, and this beautiful woman is Yan Ruyu. Beauty is beauty, and her face is like a hibiscus flower. Take care of the city first, then the country. If the light cloud comes out of the hole, the beauty walks slowly, and her waist is graceful like a weak willow. Look at the purple smile and pity, the pink peach blossom is new. Things have changed. Let me ask pomegranate skirt. Look at Zhu's pink and his peach blossom face. The colorful sleeves are intoxicating, and the political and business circles are phoenix dragons. When the fairy first floated, I smelled musk orchid. The lotus leaf is moving, listening to the clang. Zhu Jian thinks in succession, looking haggard and fragmented. ?