Book: Qing Wuqi", "Inscription Painting"
The strange rocks and clouds are uneven, and the west wind rolls out the sound of the river.
Yu Lang was lying drunk in the reeds, laughing at who touched the waves.
Letter: Qing Wuqi "Inscription Painting"
Book: Qing Wuqi "Jasmine"
Fragrant powder comes from the south, and the summer evening competes for the mirror table.
Pick the bud lang's favorite and look at the flowers on nong's head.
Book: Qing Wuqi "Jasmine"
Book: Qing Wuqi "Narcissus"
Wuqi red window small storage spring, Yingying Luo socks net dust-free.
I don't know why Zi Jian is doing, but he gives Luoshen to the waves.
Book of Letters: Qing Wuqi "Narcissus"