Write shocking ancient poems

Song-Chen Di

The chill is still thin, and the clouds have evening smoke.

Rain wakes you up and wind makes you blossom.

Incense seals will never disappear, and sorrow will force the wine boat.

Borrow scenery for you and organize new articles.

The curtains are gloomy, and the sun makes people stunned.

Ming-Sun Chengzong

Whoever spins dry hands will be stung in spring.

Fish and dragons are frightened and lonely, and heaven and earth are happy.

The door is far away, and the meaning of Ang Xiao is already male.

I want to ask Feng Gang who is vulgar, deaf and broken.

Yi Jiangnan-Peach Blossom Delphinium

Modern-Zhang Caian

When I woke up, the wind blew to the thirteenth level.

The songs in the old yard are cold, and the beauty of the gate lane became red last year.

Spring is in the singing of birds.