The most appreciative poem
Furong's daughter
It's not easy to get peace, the moon in Jing Fang, Rong Gui, a helpless day. The jade in Hongyi Garden is turbid. I want to use flowers, ice, fountains in Qin Fang and tea in Lu Feng. Although they are small, they are sincere and sincere, and they are a sacrifice to the daughter of Gong Si Furong.
It has been six years since I secretly thought of my daughter in troubled times. The surname of his hometown has been forgotten for a long time. And jade was found between the pillow and the comb, perched in the evening of banquets and tours, intimate and profane, and spent five years in August with * * *.
Looking back on her daughter's life, her quality is not enough to describe her preciousness, her sex is not enough to describe her cleanliness, her spirit is not enough to describe her essence, and her appearance is not enough to describe her color. Sisters have a good impression on Xianxian, and they admire Huide.
Unexpectedly, the pigeon hates its height and the eagle is surprised; I'm jealous of its bad smell. I'm surprised that Eupatorium odoratum was stung! Flowers are afraid of themselves, but arrogant; Liu Ben is so sad, why not take a bath? I am deeply sorry for being slandered occasionally by methods. So the cherry lips are red and faded, and the rhyme is groaning; Apricot noodles are fragrant and dry, and the color is mellow (right page of Han Zuoxian). Zhuo Yaoxi, from the screen; Thorns and hazelnuts spread to households. If you hire people, you will replace them, but in the end you will be angry. Both tun (tun left heart and right Tun) are immersed in infinity, and the complex content is endless. High standards of jealousy, boudoir hate Changsha; I'm dangerous. I'm in pain in the wild. Self-storage bitterness, who died of pity; Fairy clouds, sweet toes are hard to find. Where there are mainland fans, there is the fragrance of death; If the sea fails, there will be no medicine for rebirth.
Eyebrows were black and blue, and I was still painting yesterday; The ring is cold, but who is warm today? The medicine left in the cauldron is still there, and the traces of tears are still there. Parting in the mirror, worrying about opening the musk moon; Comb the flying dragon and mourn the sandalwood cloud tooth. Trust the gold to the grass, pick up the green and close the dust. Empty building? ? (Yinzhi, left branch and right bird) Magpie, hanging the needle of Tanabata; Who will continue the five elements without Yuanyang?
Kuang Naijin is a festival. When Bai Di was in power, he had a dream that there was no one in the empty room. Tongjie is dark, and the fragrant soul and the beautiful image are sold together; Honor account incense residue, breathed heavily * * * fine words. Even the sky is fading, it is not alone; Crickets are everywhere. Expose the moss and build by laying bricks or stones late, and wear curtains without cold anvil; The rain falls on the autumn wall, and the courtyard next door looks at the flute. The name is still alive, and the parrot is still calling in front of the eaves; Brilliant quality will die, and the begonia outside the threshold will grow old. After grabbing the screen, the lotus petals are silent; In front of the grass-fighting court, the blue buds are in vain. Throw the residual embroidery thread, who will cut the silver ribbon; Broken ice silk, golden bucket, fragrant incense is not ironed.
Yesterday, I was ordered to go to Fiona Fang. Today, I have been kind to others. I went back to crutches and threw away loneliness. It's the smell of the coffin being smashed, and it's a shame to violate the alliance; Stone is a disaster, and shame is like ashes.
Er is the rib of the west wind ancient temple, which is full of green phosphorus; Sunset barren hills, scattered bones. The elms are rustling and the flowers are rustling. You can crow apes in the fog and cry ghosts around the smoke. In the account of being a red scorpion, the son is affectionate; I believe that my daughter's life is thin in Huangtuling! Runan tears and blood, speckled on the west wind; Zize in the middle, silently v. Lengyue.
Oh! Treat quotations as a curse and envy the gods. Pliers say slave's mouth, beg for forgiveness; I'm still angry when I cut the bitch's heart! Although you have a shallow relationship with dust, jade is never tired of it. I can't help asking questions because I am exhausted.
Only then did I know that God hung down and the Flower Palace was waiting for a letter. She gave birth to Whelan, and she ruled the lotus in death. Listening to the little maid seems to be nonsense; The thought of turbid jade is justified. What is this? Yesterday, Ye Fashan took the soul to write a monument, and Li Changji was written to remember. Although things are different, the reason is one. So, birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, people are divided into groups, and evil is not right? At the beginning, I believed that the balance entrusted to me by God was the most harmonious and cooperative, and I lived up to everything I was given. Because I hope it is not ignorant, otherwise I will degenerate to this point, and I will not use vulgar words, which will pollute my hearing. Is a song and recruit, yue:
Why is the sky so pale that you can swim on the dome with a jade shovel? Why is the land so vast, driving a Yao elephant down to the spring soil? Looking at the umbrella cover, suppressing the light at the bottom of the basket? Lie Yu is the leader, Wei Wei is weak on the side. Qu Honglong thinks that it is better to follow Xi and watch Shu Yue face Xi? Listen to the train tracks, I will overturn, and Yuluan (Iraq) will levy? Why do you miss the fragrance (sound fragrance, left silk and right fragrance) when you hear the wealth? The dazzling skirt lit up, and you thought the bright moon could stop it? It is an altar made of cockroaches, and the lotus flame is made of candle blue paste. Does Wen Ling feel embarrassed about Fugui? Looking at the cloud, expecting, what seems to be it? What do you hear in a trance? I'm sweaty and dying, and I'm more willing than dust. Forward company drives me, Hebei company carries me back? I am impressed by it, but I am just a Jiao Jiao. Why? However, Jun Yan has been sleeping for a long time, so what about the change of fate? This is awkward and stable, but it is true and absurd. I'm still bound and attached, and I'm still smart. Come on, stop, come on!
If my husband lives in the HarmonyOS system, he is silent. Although he is here, I can't see him. Just put a gun in order to smoke a cigarette, but to step on it. Be alert to Ada's drowsiness and release the bitter taste of lotus seeds. Motome is in Guiyang and Fu Fei is in Zhu Lan. Blowing sheng and Joan Hinton attack the enemy. The concubine who was recruited began to bask in Lishan. Turtles are the spirit of Lop, animals dance in salty pools, dive in Chishui and sing dragons, and gather in Zhu Lin and Xifeng. Very honest, very honest, and very embarrassed. It started in the lower city and returned to Xuanpu. It is microscopic, but if it passes through the complex, it will be blocked. Intermittent clouds, misty rain in the air. The dust is gathering, the stars are high and the mountains in the afternoon are beautiful. What kind of heart is heavy, if it is alive. Yu Nai looked disappointed, crying and hesitating. People talk alone, and nature is silent (rhyme, bamboo prefix). Birds fly in fright, fish swish. Mourning is prayer, and ceremony is auspicious. Alas! Shang Xiang!