What are the poems that I love to hide all my life?

I love Knorr all my life

I have a lot of people who are not open-minded today, and I love his noon and noon books.

There are less than people who live in Shihu, and Le Tao Tao Chi is in Shenzhou.

A guest is worried and hangs in two places, the generation of foxes dares to be arrogant, and the son has a strong literary and complex thinking.

I'm still drifting like this, and I cherish it and I still think I'm going to pick it.

Home near the Jiangnan Ganghua Creek, happy in the rivers and lakes can be helpless.

A stream of cold water is shallow, generations of foxes dare to be arrogant, and children and grandchildren are as tall as stones.

I have also been generous and loving thousands of delicate flowers.

Two or three letters are sent frequently, and it is fun to talk about early planning.

A path of dome Teng stone stack, the generation of foxes dare to be arrogant, Zigui cries night and night.

I, Cao Ning, are more idlers than others, and I love the dawn of the sun.

Every family business is in ashes, and Letian Lu is proud.

Once you climb and forget the machine, the generations of foxes dare to be arrogant, and the children and grandchildren are envious.

Tibetan poems, also known as "Tibetan head grids", are a type of miscellaneous poems, in which the first words of each sentence are read together to convey a certain unique thought of the author.

The most beautiful thing is that standing at the height of human history flashes the aura of poetry. Thus poetry is literature within literature. In the field of art, poetry is everywhere.

Poetry is the highest embodiment of artistic beauty. The beauty of poetry also appears from time to time in the realm of non-literary art, and the exquisite fragments in scientific works even exude wisdom in the state of life and work of people.

I would like to swim with it, and I will enjoy it.

Joy is not the boss, you don't meet each other.

Although I am gone, the things have changed, and the monarch is very clean.

If you are so bitter, why do you need to read the grave?

I love flowing water, love the first Xiang phoenix tail, Zhang Xu is just the year, Jieyou is a literary meeting, one o'clock love, the generation must be drunk, the son is beautiful, I am willing to grow up and depend on each other, the love of the son is blowing the jade flute, Zhang Sheng sees the spring love, the clean flag is honored and the chrysanthemum period is a breeze, the scenery is far away, the mountains and rivers of the family are moving, and the children and grandchildren inherit this as the basis.

Old things are often mentioned, the finch will eventually fly south, my heart is like a spring river, and the heart of love will never regret it. If you miss my love, you will never regret loving you all your life, there is no need to discuss the matter of generation, and the filial piety and grandchildren are full of joy.

Chen Shengfu cleaned up, and Yan Dan didn't stand up.

I wish the East China Sea, love the frosty scenery.

If you don't believe in love, you will sleep outside the mountains.

The husband entered the service.

Chen Wang saw the beauty, and Ziyan carved the hairpin.

I don't have fame and fortune, if the people of the state love trees.

Who cares about you in my heart, Yanhuan sends a wedge.

A generation sneered, and Yang Zi was lonely.

Go and don't repeat Chen, and build a tour of Yanshi.

I will do it first, and I love the old farmer.

If you don't dislike it, it's all right.

The generations of Qing hardship are sparse, and the breeze is in the season.

Chen Xinbiao is ecliptic, and Yan Xi is a soldier in the valley.

I have been a slave, and I cannot do it in love.

If you don't dislike it, you will leave this place for once.

The son has a white cloud meaning.

The old lonely goose flies south, the finch is now jumping into the door, I am happy to raise my eyebrows slightly, and I love you with a rose in your mouth.

The old moon is full of stars.

The foot of Yan Mountain is cloudy.

If I wish it would be foggy.

Love is forever and forever.

You are as beautiful as the stars and the moon.

The son will be filial to us to the white head.

Chen sesame rotten grain, Yan comes to Yan and Yan flies away, I have thousands of knots in my heart, I love you as if I am playing a game, I have fallen in love countless times in my life, I have been affectionate and hurt from generation to generation, and my children and grandchildren are like this!

[I] are destined for a red line.

Love] love comes to the heartstrings.

Nie] Mansion daughter's flower appearance.

Text] Quiet and beautiful.

Jun] The beauty is paired with a double pair.

1] Hand in hand for a hundred years.

Generations] are passed down from generation to generation.

Descendants] passed down to the descendants.

I am a tree in the forest, and I love to make the larks dance on the branches.

Nie Er whispered my love, and the writing is difficult to write.

The gentleman is disdainful and difficult to analyze, and he is willing to serve the king all his life.

You and I are the same generation, and the child is full and less sorrowful.

I am the Emperor of the Holy Grid.

Love to write articles is satisfying.

Nie Zitai Xie in a spring dream.

Wenhua is a mountain and a river.

The old father of the monarch and the country.

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

Generations are like kings, but they are old.

Ziling Mountain is bright and red and cloudy.

The landlord has made a hidden poem for your mysterious divination.

I can't do it alone, and I will have to pass on this technique.

Wait for the idle stones, if you don't dislike it.

At a glance, the legacy of Fanghan, the generation of Mu loves Wei Que, and the son sells the green ridge snow.

I smile and have a long body, I will be a promise without hesitation, waiting for the spring breeze of the idle years, you have my heart I am not lonely, once there is a fate to reunite, if the generation has been remembered in the next life, the son is all I have back then!

I'm going to play, don't wait for me to come, you're stupid, a pig doesn't have a child, twenty.

Yang Hui is not a Yingjian, sitting on the floor in the moon.

Wen ray flies at night and touches the rope, and a stick of incense opens a new Taoist courtyard.

The generations of foxes dare to be arrogant, and Wu Ge moves the king's heart in the middle of the night.

Don't worry about willow weaving, Jingzhao is forgetting to ask.

Wen Weizhan is here, what do you want in life.

The generations are concerned with the surplus grass and trees, and the children and grandchildren despise the food.

Huang Jiawen Qiaojuan.

We are destined.

A lifetime of fun.

Good girlfriends have a wish.

You have the wisdom of the quality of orchids.

Right and wrong are clear and extensive.

No, the pole Tailai fortune rises.

Wishful wishes, everything is prosperous.

It is not difficult to understand that God understands.

Accompany the left and right auspicious.

I'm ambitious.

Fly towards the sun.

Generations of talents and harmonious families.

Filial piety, grandson, and generation.

You walk by the river, I hold hands, otherwise you will be afraid, willing to hug you, the meaning is very clear, walk with me, I will spend my whole life, I will look at you wholeheartedly, all generations are happy, children and grandchildren everywhere. (You're too hard).

You're obsessed with it.

It's a place where flowers bloom late and are more beautiful.

No, there is no definite master.

May the moon shine on you.

Intention to walk to the essence of the house.

Accompany Pan Fang Pond drunk North Building.

I sighed when I heard the lute.

One voice and two slim.

There are many generations of golden cicadas.

Zi Muyu is good and slender.

I do. Tibetan poems, I also like you to post questions.