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My heart is still for you, and I remember my love.
Cheerful things are auspicious, your appearance is my love.
A little limerick poem, Min you must like it.
Tibetan poems. Huh
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I love Yijiu, I like to hold the hand of the beautiful woman, and I can't see enough joy, do you know it?
Birds accompany each other and leap swiftly over the branches.
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Jade belt Tsing Yi Xiaomin.
Looking back, a smile is warm.
A night of tenderness like wine.
Resolve the sorrow of the heart.
Hey, hey, hey, with hints.
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I am holding on to the spring garden.
The magpie branches are singing in music.
Laughter and laughter are endless.
You have a long history.
The creek meanders down the corridor.
Minyan flies around the green shade.
I hope it helps.
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I'm a down-and-out man.
Love to be a stranger.
You and I stay together.
Min Ran has lost his mind.
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Xiao Min Xiao Min I love you, just like a mouse loves rice, crunch, crunch!
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I'm crazy, I'm stupid.
Joy life base around shrimp.
Singing all the way to the colorful butterfly accompaniment.
You are the wind, I am the sand.
The small test is shocking.
Mincai is comparable to Wang Xiaoya.
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I'm going to. Like.
Joy. You're human.
Niche. Min you.
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L v Shangmin is inseparable from we will always be together.
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There is a girl named Xiaoli, who is gentle and generous.
Love you and never get angry with you, you can beat me and scold me.
There is a girl named Xiaoli, who is kind, beautiful and friendly.
Love you will always tolerate you, and be happy to pay for you.
There was a girl named Xiaoli, who was young, beautiful, and fair-skinned.
Fate to meet thousands of miles away, always love you and never give up.
There is a girl named Xiaoli who has lived in my heart for a long time.
Thinking about it at dusk, thinking about it, lovesickness is in vain.
Although I am not yet a weapon, I am willing to cherish the true love in my heart.
If my lover doesn't dislike it, it's better to marry me and become my wife.
I hope that I will tie the knot for a lifetime, and cherish each other with love.
Xiaoli Xiaoli I love you, holding the hand of the son to become a husband and wife.
If you really don't want to, why don't I marry you.
The heart is like a red jade, soak your true feelings in a lifetime!
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Small and delicate is really cute, beauty is born with self-rest, love is difficult to open in the heart, if you are okay with me.
In terms of word count, it is indeed very in line with the seven uniques, however, ancient poems, quatrains or rhythmic poems, etc., all have their own poetry specifications, that is, rules, not that a sentence with four sentences and seven words can be called a quatrain. >>>More
Holidays, holidays; My heart was agitated, I didn't see the teacher before, and I didn't see the exam papers after. Holidays, holidays; Smell the birds and don't run in the morning, go to bed when it's dark, comfortable and free. Holidays, holidays; The teacher has a black face, I snicker, I know from the college entrance examination. I was born to use it!
Oil poems first originated in the Tang Dynasty folk, and later melons and melons continued to develop, showing active vitality. This type of poem is generally easy to understand, witty and humorous, sometimes implicitly ironic, and funny. I feel that my life is very colorful.
Love can also be very poetic, the Yuan Dynasty calligrapher Zhao Mengzhuo's wife Guan Sheng, once wrote a poem, in this poem does not mention the word "love" at all, but it clearly shows her deep love, "You are thick and I am strong, I am thick, I am very affectionate, and the love is as deep as fire, twist a piece of mud, twist a you, shape a me, break the two of us together, reconcile with water, and then twist a you, and then shape a me, I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud, I have a coffin with you, I am in the same coffin with you." It is this love poem that has become a Chinese love poem that has been passed down through the ages. >>>More
Yes, love makes people fearless, and in the same way, love makes people gain and lose. What kind of love is deeper and what kind of love is shallower, Boccaccio completed his test paper with logical arguments, and Neruda also caught the answer with the tentacles of his heart. One is just talk on paper, more banter than affectionate; One loves, sings, and sensitively perceives what he loves more. >>>More