Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
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Three poems of Xizihu
The spring equinox curls around the West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night.
At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous.
桃红柳绿相思缘，一瓣桃花压断桥。
The most is the benefit of spring of the year, the beauty of the graceful pomegranate skirt.
The grass and trees are all peach blossoms, and the breeze in the lake rises to the bright moon.
Heroes have always been lonely, wearing spears of thorns.
Notes:
Song Cheng has returned through the ages, and in the alley, the old Wu family is full of wine and food.
Come out, walk along Lakeside Road, West Lake.
On the way, the vending machine placed an order, and the old man's child Wahaha.
By the lake, swaying and drinking, Wahaha AD calcium milk.
寂寞,似寂寞。
One song after drinking, three poems. #自创诗文分享#
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
Three poems of West Lake: The spring equinox curls around West Lake, and the moon hangs high at night. At midnight, the peach blossoms have fallen asleep, and the whispers are still gorgeous. Peach red willow green lovesickness, a peach blossom crushes off the bridge.
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