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When mobile phone wallpaper meets ancient poetry, it is beautiful and elegant, worth owning and collecting!

data-filtered="filtered" Looking at each other with tears in his hands, he was speechless and choked.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it.

If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.

The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.

Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.

Entering my lovesickness door, you know my lovesickness is painful.

Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing she could not meet again when she was not married.

There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Unfortunately, the beautiful couple is like a flower, but ultimately lost to the fleeting time.

There are infinite painting hands in the world, but a sad picture cannot be painted.

Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.

Can this feeling be remembered?

It was just that I was at a loss at that time.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

Last night's stars and last night's wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Guitang.

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so fast that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

After the floating clouds parted, the water flowed for ten years.

If there was no predestined relationship in the previous life, we will wait for reconnection and make a wish in the next life.

The clouds in the stream are beginning to rise, the sun is sinking into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is filling the building.

I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.