Season 5, Season 4, Sweep Thousands: Small
Merrizo VS Centurion
1. Young children must be diligent in learning, and articles can stand up.
2. In the long dry of cohabitation, the two children have no suspicion.
3.יהוה, יהוה, יהוה.
I'll add the Sweep Army: Small
Jiangnan willow, Ye Xiao is not yin.
The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls out.
The flowers fall into the wind, and the small courtyard is full of red.
The sea is shallow, and the villain is an inch deep.
Cherry Fan plain mouth, willow small waist.
The gentleman is frank, and the villain is often related.
The boat passed away, and the river and sea sent the rest of his life.
Since childhood, he has learned many talents and has high ambitions in his life.
Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom peonies.
The little baby propped up the dinghy and secretly picked the white lotus.
The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate.
It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.
Pity the little children, and do not understand the memory of Chang'an.
Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.
The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.
When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he sharpened his knife and went to the pigs and sheep.
I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry.
The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.
Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden.
The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small charm hangs obliquely on the green cloud mustache.
Half of Tu Su was still raised, and the grass in front of the lamp wrote a peach charm.
The sound of the waves enlisted in the temple at night, the willow spring Tibetan Su small home.
When the plum is yellow, the day is clear, and the stream is overflowing but the mountains are traveling.
Some small Caozhou county officials, one branch and one leaf are always concerned.
Jinling Jindu small mountain building, a night of pedestrians are worried.
Compassion is light and cold, and the wind is sheared, and the small plum is fluttering with snow and apricot blossoms.
少小虽非投笔吏，论功还欲请长缨。
Saibei plum blossom Qiang flute blowing, Huainan laurel hill words.
From the small thorns in the deep grass, now gradually feel the basil.
The mountain spring is scattered around the steps, and the peach blossoms of thousands of trees reflect the small building.
The spring rain breaks the bridge and people do not cross, and the boat holds out the willow shade.
The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy.
In March, the remnants of the flowers fall and bloom more, and the small eaves fly every day.
The child suspected that there were villagers and rushed to Chaimen but closed it.
The calyx sandwiches the city through the royal air, and the hibiscus garden is worried.
Penglai's article is built on the bones, and Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.
携盘独出月荒凉，渭城已远波声小。
Gong Xie is the youngest and pityful to the girl, and he married Qianlou Pepsi.
漠漠轻寒上小楼，晓阴无赖似穷秋。
Jin Que West Chamber, knocking on the jade, transferred to the small jade to report the double success.
The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.
The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.
Don't dream of going to Xie's house, the corridor is crooked.
The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The tooth marks should be pitied, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time.
Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys.
The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.
When he left home, he returned to his hometown, and his hometown accent did not change, and his sideburns declined.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.
Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic.
The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.
Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight.
Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.