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Silk Dance. The cloud lock is cold and dispersed in late autumn.

Silk bamboo is cold and the grass is secluded.

Dancing and swaying.

Looking back, the tears flowed.

The one you use for your blog has no rules at all.

It's not right, it's wrong to rhyme, you'd better ask the teacher or check the information, you will know that only my poems are fine, don't believe you go to the Lyrics, Songs, and Poetry Endowment Society to ask.

You can learn it yourself, you don't have to find someone.

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Moonlit night - clouds cover the moon flowers and shadows, and the sound of silk and bamboo rhymes around the evening pavilion.

The dancing willow gently strokes the waves, and the fragrance falls a few stars.

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Jade flute. The clouds and shadows are clear of the ancient lotus fragrance, and the silk rain and smoke are thin and the willows are long.

The dancing butterfly falls lightly on the jade flute, and the flocculent fleece leans on the railing to look.

Drunk three watches. The clouds are light, the wind is light, the night is cold, and the silk piano is lonely and deep.

The dancing butterflies fly into reminiscences, and the flying stars are drunk three watches. Make do.

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Autumn night lake light. Swimming under the water to block the lake sand, silk willows swaying and playing fish and shrimp.

The dancing ripples scatter the moonlight ten thousand points, and the flowers on the shore are fragrant.

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Silk Tong has a bosom friend outside the world.

The work is far better than that of Luoyang people.

Weave into a foot without a tael.

Yunyinghua waterscape is new.

His Excellency Silk Lun's article is quiet.

Work to the three saints of Yitong.

Brocade loom in the color phoenix plate.

The clouds are rising, the dragon and the tiger are awake.

Silk fiber has repeatedly been gracious.

The engineer's workshop is expensive and useful.

Weaving eyebrows skillfully learns the makeup of the times.

The clouds and mountains are pointed and the sea is surging.

The silk tube line follows the white jade pot.

When the work is over, the gods come out.

Woven into a cloth like frost.

The cloud is a reading house for Mr.

The silk whip jade is overjoyed.

The work is only in the film time.

Weaving did not move a few cold and summer.

Yun Han's article is not published.

Silk Bamboo Hall is several generations of grandchildren.

The Ministry of Works' high chanting pen has a spirit.

Woven into ripples and waves.

The Cloud Ancestral Palace is peerless.

Silk Remnant Article.

The higher the morality of the work, the more streamers.

Woven into a brocade to convey the fragrance.

Yun Zongshu view Fa Jiaxiang.

Your Excellency Silk is quiet.

The name of the work is auspicious, and they are all on standby.

Woven into a flower reflection red scarf.

Yunge Hui flies wings and Luan Feng.

The silk is red and green.

The name of the work is auspicious and turns his head.

Weave into a rain of sand windows.

The clouds and the sky was dark.

Silk bamboo and wood are the world's residences.

Workers should be able to work at the right time.

Woven into a brocade word sealed with.

Cloud hidden autumn hung water hidden fish.

[Original].

Silk] Silk breeze comes from the sky.

Sorrow and illness are opened.

Brocade palindrome who knows.

Flying mud sinks into the sky and is talented.

Seven Uniques (New Rhyme).

The clouds cover the roses like vines, and who can distinguish the fog.

The rain and snow are not over, and the dancing soul is in the arms.

Clouds and rain dance) Ping Qi Ping, (rhyme).

Ping Ping, Ping Ping. (rhyme).

It's mediocre, it's mediocre. (rhyme).

The clouds and clouds are the medium, and the lips are dyed for thousands of miles.

After the rain hits the plantain for three watches, the dance music is resentful and breaks people's souls.

Yunlong seeks friendship.

Drift back to Fuchun.

Yuji Mountain is bright.

Dance and song recommend Qingzun.

The clouds are light, the wind is light, the night is cold, the moon is cold, and the piano is lonely and deep.

Yu Feixing fell drunk three watches, and the dancing butterflies flew into reminiscences.

Ling Shuang is proud of digging snow and is determined to be strong, and the clouds are not afraid of difficulties.

Tearing up the experience of destroying the spring core, and being kind and happy to fight triumphantly.

Lingering: Describes heavy snowfall.

-With the original heart of the forest, I wish to do what I wanted.

Title: "Lingyun Floc".

The old file of Zhuangzhi does not say anything to the sky, and the old electric switch is chasing the clouds.

didn't wait for Yang to go to the willows, urging the horses to raise the whip and compete for the lead.

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