When fleshy meets a poetic master
Then she is no longer a pot of meat without stories! Chaimen half closed cottage, there are high people can not afford to lie. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Blue sky waiting for rain, and I'm waiting for you! Smoke curling up, thousands of miles across the river! (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you! (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Looking at the hazy part of the Castle Peak, there are people in the misty clouds. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Fish and meat every year! (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Jiang Taigong fishing, willing to take the bait! (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
The fisherman's song is sung in the evening. It rings to the shore of poor Peng Li! (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Young left home, old back, the local accent has not changed, the hair on the temples is bad. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Bamboo trees around my house, more than pure deep interest. Crane idle water for a long time, bee lazy flowers sparse. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Clouds like clothes, flowers want to look, spring breeze blows threshold, Revlon. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
A song, a bottle of wine, a person alone fishing a river autumn. (picture: Xiao Yu Er Hong)
Flower wine a pot of wine intoxicating, the second half of the poem. (picture: sister Qiong)
If you don't get drunk, you get drunk! ——Sister Qiong
Fairyland in the world -- sister Qiong
Sister Qiong