Please start with Wenga I love you and write a Tibetan poem, thank you 30

There have been many high-rollers in the literary world since ancient times.

Shakya only lived in one temple.

Ask me what I want.

Hongchen is looking for love, and tears are pouring down.

This gentleman is none other than you.

This is a mutual feeling.

Wait until you embrace the king.

Set Penglai to sing and.

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I think they're funny. There is no artistic conception of love. I'll help you.

Wen Jing who can match you, the Garan God signs an early omen.

I often think about holding your hand, and my love has disappeared for a few days.

You and I watched the bright moon together, raising the case with interest.

The poetry is explained below.

The first sentence praises the female Wenjing and beautiful, no one can compare.

The second sentence Jialan refers to the temple, which means that you go to the temple to draw lots, and the Bodhisattva shows her as your good admire, which is a fictional literary plot.

The rest is easy to understand.

The meaning of the last sentence is that you have been Sauvignon Blanc for a long time!

Bless you and add some points.

To put it mildly, the poems of the two upstairs are irrelevant and have no artistic conception.

The beauty of Zhoufu is pretty.

Jing'er smiled in front of the flowers.

My heart is alone with the people in front of me.

The words of love are deep and meaningful.

You and I have a good marriage.

The beauty of Zhoufu is a beautiful fairy.

Jing Jing shows a bouquet of lotus.

My heart is only waiting for the lotus flower to bloom.

Love is affectionate and speechless.

If you have the intention to pass it on.

Hope and smile! May a lover eventually become a family!

Zhou Gongli was very happy.

Jingguan biology in the spring breeze.

I can meet each other with safety.

Eds Special Gardens.

Your generation is empty.

I will love you forever for the rest of my life.

Life is not full of spring power.

Zhou Gonglile is lonely, before the soul is gone, I have a breeze and a high festival, cherish the long strip to treat the youth, you tell the sky.

Zhou Jing is a beautiful woman, and my heart has always drifted to her.

Love her more than yourself.

Do you love me too?

I walked on the stone path to close the stupid mountain, and I loved to look at the rising sun.

The princes and nobles are envious, and Xin Guangying can be congratulated to accompany Chengxian. Posture.

I think of Mingyue's heart.

I want to think about the deep loneliness.

I sighed and left the clouds sparse.

Do you feel the sense of separation?

Bit by bit.

Joy is like a fire that closes my heart.

Tears were scattered in the mountains and rivers.

Do you know if I have affection?

Original hope A lot of words, so hard,

Mafu Gongzi is accompanied by a beautiful woman

The morning light is full of double delphiniums.

Yu Qi Du Xuan Ang Lingyun Zhi Tian.

I Mu Qing is looking forward to love.

Joy to caress the phoenix dao qin flower butterfly love.

Dancing and drunk.

You and I are in love with the full moon.

I thank you for your whole family, if you really want to show him your talent, you should give him a more beautiful version of the poem, instead of asking someone else to write some so-called Tibetan poems for you, don't say that none of the current people can write a better poem, even the ancients, the so-called Tibetan poems, are all rubbish, word games will never have a little literary value.

I traveled far away from myself, and Xijun felt inexplicably sad. Joyful and thoughtful, your shadow is like the wind floating in your heart.

I miss old friends near the river, I am happy to see the boat from the upstream, happy and sad to remember the other realm, you are stationed at the stern of the boat and turn back frequently.

You have to think about it, you male and female? For men and women? Artistic conception? What kind of poem? You're going to have to say what you want, huh.

The two of us are destined to meet, and we can't help but love each other.

The words of love are hazy, can you wish to share the dawn.

I was born in the ancient style, and I was happy to be sunny for a while.

Joy and the sky, you rest and travel.

I know that my love is hard to hide, and my smile is open because of you. The happy red dust beauty laughs, if you have eyes in the sky. (Hehe, sketched a more oiled love poem).