Two machines. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student there. I'm going to send it to you," he said.
Three machines. There is a flower in the center. It's a beautiful red and green spring day. You must fold it as soon as possible, so don't wait until it's too late.
Four machines. The first is a new one, and the second is a new one, and the third is a new one. The poor not old man first white. The spring waves of blue grass, dawn cold depths, relative bath red clothes.
Five machines. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, I've seen a woman in the world. Under the two-headed flower, the two hearts are in the same place, a pair of born children.
Six machines. The first is a carving of a flower and a half of a brocade. The orchid room has a special plan for spring. The small seal is added to the stove, and the day grows long, and the embroidery work is relatively late.
Seven machines. The silkworms have spat out all the silk in their lives. I don't want to make it easy for you to cut the silk. I'm not sure why I've cut it down, but I'm sure it's a good idea to separate it into two different kinds of clothes.
Eight. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Nine. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is going on in your life. All will be the color of spring, hide head wrapped face, not afraid to sleep a lot of time.
One machine, try the spring clothes on the street of Cai Sang. The wind is clear and the sun is warm, and the peach blossom branches, the crowing warblers are not willing to let people return.
Two of them were in the air, and the pedestrians were slow to get to them. I can't bear to share it with you, but I'll turn around and smile, and I'll go back to the flowers, just in case the flowers know.
Three machines, the silkworms are old and the swallows are young.
Four machines, the sound of a muffled voice and a knitted brow, the shuttle weaving a lotus flower, the shuttle weaving a lotus flower, and the shuttle weaving a lotus flower. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Five machines are used to weave Shen Lang's poem in horizontal stripes. No one knows the center of the poem. I don't talk about sadness, I don't talk about pining, I just want to send my love to you.
Six machines, rows and rows of flowers. The butterflies in the flowers, the shuttles, the shadow of the window, the time spent alone.
Seven machines, the mandarin ducks are weaving and hesitating. I am afraid that they will be lightly cut, and will fly to two different places, and will be separated from each other, so how can they follow each other again?
Eight machines, the refrain is a poem. I've read them all, and I'm sickly and speechless, and I can't bear to think about them.
The nine-paneled machine, double flowers, double leaves and double branches. The heart of the world is tied to a silk thread from beginning to end.
One of the machines The wind is blowing in the morning and the rain is like a weaving pattern, and the green marks on the front of the stairs are late in the spring, and we are sending our tears to each other.
Five: The willow blows cotton in the shade of the green poplar, and the warm wind dyes and intoxicates the lotus, making the pavilion intoxicated with spring, with soft words and mumbles, and with eyebrows moisturized
Six: The chrysanthemums are yellow in front of the window of the small pavilion, and the wind scatters the butterflies in the autumn wind, leaving them in the darkness of their time together
Seven: The colorful notes and ruled paper send out the love of the people who can't recognize you after a thousand sails
The setting sun looks down on the end of the mountain
The people who love you are late in coming
Eight machines, deeper in the depths of the darkness, the lamps are like beans, silk is woven into flower buttons, needles and strands, wisps and strands of tenderness, and the painting screen is thin
Nine machines, the frosty wind and the cold hearth, and the loom stops, and the loom stops. The night is long, the love is messed up, and I can see that I am in the same place.
One machine, the lotus blossoms in June in Xiaoyang Pond, how much dew of love it causes. The hibiscus is like a face, and the heart is tied to the mirror.
The second machine, the green willow by the pond is flying, and the wind is blowing away the flowers. The soul floats ten thousand miles, know **** who rely on, the end of the spring heard blowing flute.
The third machine, a line of egrets to the south, red clouds in the sky to compete with the Xiawei. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
The four machines, the depths of the blue water swimming carp, but to the side of the waves of the people. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Five machines, thousands and thousands of flowers all over the grove, people in the flowers with flowers to sleep. The red is on the ground, lightly holding the brocade silk, delicate hand weaving.
Six machines, green peaks and verdant mountains with cloud weaving, streams of silver into a waterfall. The young man's spirit, Zhong Ion period, landscape are into the poem.
Seven machines, the light dress up red makeup, weaving clouds and hands holding flower tin. The dream of a floating life, no ladder of clouds, but the fragrance of the residue of the period.
Eight machines, mandarin ducks weaving clear water streams, cross phase **** sob residual red. The fine wave layer pattern, once with the flower play, how to break the dependence on each other.
Nine machines, the hand pick needle white robe, and will be weeping red weaving embroidery. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes that you've never seen before.
Nine machines
One machine. The spring follows the first new silk. The warbler tries to speak shyly, but is unable to do so. The peach blossom is in bloom, the waves are rippling, the wind and the strangers are fascinated by spring.
The second machine. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The two pairs of shadow, flowers in front of the breathless language, how much intention in the obsession.
The third machine. The moon was at that time. The wind was so clear that it messed up the fragrance of the text.
Four machines. The red is falling, and the spring is returning. The first time I saw you was when I was a child, and the first time I saw you was when I was a child. The same heart is easy to knot, sadness is difficult to solve, speechless and dark eyebrows.
Five machines. The new poem was written in a small pool of lotus leaves. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure you'll be able to get it right. I'm not going to tell you how much I love you, but I'm going to tell you how much I love you, and I'm going to tell you how much I love you.
Six machines. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a little while before I got there. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. I have no idea how many times I've wandered around in the cold wind, and I have no plan to return to the spring.
Seven machines. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal out of this, but I'm sure I'll be able to. I've been re-reading the old lines, and I've been dreaming of a long, frustrating night.
Eight. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a little while before I got there. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. In the shadow of the west window, I listened to the night rain alone and watched the wax turn to ashes.
Nine. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student there. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do with the rest of my life. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days.
One of the machines, the willow in front of the bottle to send off. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
Two sheets of paper, a parting smile and a cold coat. I would like to go with the spring grass by the side of the Lang, secretly throw powder tears, look away from the fence, outside the building of the dawn smoke low.
Three of them are not the only ones that have been used in the past, and they are not the only ones that have been used in the past. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
Fourth, I don't know where the green bird lives. I have no news of the king's grandson, but I am looking forward to the arrival of a letter from the clouds, which is a pearl of a word.
Five sheets of paper, leaning out of the window to read the collection of music. I'm not sure how much sadness there is in the sentences, but they are sparse and soft, and I can't help but sigh with regret.
Sixth, when I saw the willow warbler crying on the painted beam, I saw the willow warbler crying on the painted beam, I saw the willow warbler crying on the painted beam. The flowers, the moon, and the colors of the moon are only shadows, and last night on the pillow, I clearly dreamed of them, but I could not bear to see the cock of the fifth night.
Seven machines, the coverlet is cold and the night is cold. The company has a lot of people who have no idea what to do with their lives, and they have no idea what to do with their lives, and they have no idea what to do with their lives.
Eight of the machines, the blue spring water is like glazed glass. I remember the day we traveled together, sitting in front of the flowers, chatting and talking, dreaming.
Nine of the machines, the money is not enough to ask for a return date. I would like to see the moon shining down on the way home, so that we don't get lost on the way back.
One sheet of paper, the grass is folded by the stream to say goodbye. The sky is full of flowers that fall into the water, and they are all in the heart of the world, so I can't help but feel sorry for them.
The cool wind is blowing the silk between the temples. I'd like to send my thoughts on the pillow, but I've known you for a few times, and I've seen you smile back, and I've seen you smile back, and I've seen you smile back.
Three of them, the first one is the one with the old clothes on the northwest side of the building. But listen to the banana rain miserable, the hand to take the bitter heart to send, emaciated who cherish.
The four machines, the morning of the dawn of the quiet happy people but late. The south of the Jiangnan autumn end of the cold to the Xiling Bridge, partridge sky outside, fair and lonely body tired.
Five, and the remaining dancers are all thinking of each other. The west wind doesn't understand what's going on in the world, and it's also a little bit of a breeze, but there's no blue smoke.
Sixth, no one knows what's going on in your heart. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this," he said.
Seven sheets of paper, coverlet through the old cold insects sound. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Eight of them, the late fall has passed, asking for the return date. When the Milky Way and the two places, the remaining cases of lonely lamps, read the book, one by one is a pearl.
Nine of the machines, in the beginning of winter, the Jade Dragon is in a hurry. A glass of wine to look for traces of the past, the plum blossoms fell, only about the next year, accompanied by the pavilion in front of the gentleman leaning.
One of the machines, the sun goes down and the rain comes back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The second machine, the echo of the word "brocade" Shu Xuan Gui, the south window of the frosty flower scenery like jade. The most important thing to remember is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life, and you have to be able to do that. In the mirror of the diamond flower, in front of the case of the dawn makeup, afraid of chanting the wind and moon residue.
Three machines, this life has no intention to be ashamed to know each other. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you have to do to get rid of. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
Fourth, the hands of the people who are not in love with each other, and the strings of their hands. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The pear blossom is sweet, light frequency whispering, fear of being a person pen crazy.
Five Zhangji, the road to Pengshan is far away, and you are traveling to the west. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. The silkworms are getting old, the mulberry is less green, and there is no way to send the cold clothes.
The six-paneled machine is a dream in this life and a dream in the next. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
Seven machines, the night Lan autumn cool should be added clothing. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. The grasshopper's voice is not yet over, and the light of the sky is a million miles away, so I'm thinking of traveling to my hometown.
The eight-paneled machine, the spring flowers have been broken up and the remaining branches. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product, and you'll be able to get a good deal on it. The play of life and death, the end of the world, the heart silk woven into a horse.
Nine of them, I advise you not to think of each other after you leave. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it in the future.
One machine, don't say we won't meet in the spring. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty and get out of the way, and then you'll be able to get out of the way.
The second machine, the beginning of the bright moon on the west side of the building. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a flute and sing it. The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.
The third machine is made of jasper, which has been made up into jade tapestries. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the other side of the room. The book of the brocade has become a text, and the words of the geese have become interesting, for whom this scene has been woven.
Four machines, a song with a warm string. The butterfly's wings are over the curtains. The shadow of the swallows in the hall of laurels and the sound of the painting horns, how can I send my love to you?
Five machines, I don't believe in the dream of flowers. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. It's hard to beat the cold, and I'm sure it's a gathering of immortals.
The Sixth Tree, I've broken all the branches of the Ba Bridge, and I'm sending you away on a distant sail. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it. The wind is blowing, the flowers are waking up and the people are getting drunk, and the willows are clinging to each other in front of the embankment.
Seven machines, the most important thing is to look at the sadness. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services. The warbler is whispering, the night is bleak, often heard the dawn chicken.
Eight of them, the north garden is empty, and the wood is leaning. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the work. The moss is full of steps, yellow leaves all over the ground, the lonely man sunshine Demoiselle.
Nine Zhangji, a solitary orchid boat driving light smoke. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to look for flowers in the fog, and then you can look for them in the water, and then you'll be able to see them in your eyes.
One machine, the flow of Xia weaving phoenix clothes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The woman has no idea what she's talking about.
Two machines, the golden wind curls up late. The first thing you need to do is to get your eyes on the magnolia boat. The water is clear and rippling, the wood is clear and blue, and you want to know each other for the rest of your life.
Three machines, in the shadow of the bamboo branch, the bamboo branch words. The sunrise on the east mountain is clear for a few moments. Under the embroidered window, I read all the poems with a lowered brow, the four hours of the night.
The four machines, the precious qin and the flowing water of the ancient sound are left behind. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
Five machines, the oath on the stone of three lifetimes is rare. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The south garden is full of flowers, a side of surprise, meet again, but also razor thin.
The six-paneled machine, a long way from the river and who is the period. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it. The long and weak water, show the stars and moon, long live no migration.
Seven Zhangji, envious of his white tiger color luan ride. The three mountains and five mountains are not far away. The same heart, side by side immortal couple, return to the cave west.
Eight Zhangji, Wuyin old woman language it. The village is a place where all kinds of ugly things go well together. Warm, cold, hungry and full, oil, salt, firewood and rice, white head for a hundred years according to.
Nine machines, who says that the silkworm is old and begins to turn into silk? The Nymphaea of the Blue Nymphaea rises in the west wind. My body is like a lotus root in autumn, my heart is like a lotus seed, and my bones are full of lovesickness.
One machine, the cow once remembered to bathe in grease. The Milky Way is a shallow river, and it is a shallow river, and it is a shallow river. The shuttle heart of a few, weaving a new dream, more leakage pillow Acacia.
Two machines, the moonlight is like a wash and dye. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
Three machines, the wolf's smoke and ashes. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The young man's eyes are tearful, the young man's life is thin, the bird of the night for who perched.
Four machines, the shuttle weaves a broken heart poem. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The night wind invades my dreams, and I'm not sure when I'll be back.
Five machines, when will it be like this again? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Sixth, the silk is added to the hundred flowers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way," he said.
Seven machines, the shuttle is in love with each other. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few hours.
Eight machines, spring silkworms to the death of a thousand silk. I'm sorry that no one can recognize the color of the brocade. I can say that the gauntlet, light winds cause hatred, can not bear to look for more.
Nine machines, the sideburns cloud hairpin cold song sad. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the best of the best, and then you'll be able to get your hands on the best of the best.
One machine, little red fifteen good at poetry. The young man does not understand what love is, flower paper pattern brocade, pass the sadness to send hate, deliberately write the love of each other.
Two machines, plum blossom body willow waist. The depths of the embroidery mirror, moth brows lightly swept, lips gently point, secretly try thin Luo clothes.
Three machines, spring night, spring rain, spring pool. The spring boudoir spring warm spring heart moving, trekking green, listening to the warbler butterfly, refused to negative spring sunshine.
The fourth machine, linger without realizing that the day westward. The rainbow bridge is narrow and the poplars are curved, so I was surprised to see you, and I smiled sweetly and secretly followed your heart.
Five machines, the Red Queen's clothes are tied with red silk. Once married as a new wife, mandarin ducks and purple swallows, both flying and lodging, the joy is better than the painting of eyebrows.
Sixth machine, the spring breeze is blowing on the green embankment of the poplars. The Yulang went out and had a hard time letting go of his heart. On the river bridge and stage road, he held his hand and asked for his return date in tears.
Seven machines, the pedestrians are far away from the Yujing West. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid. The moon and the lamps in the riverside villages are all alone, and the dreams of the children are broken.
The eight-paneled machine, the autumn frost and night hanging in the autumn hedge. I can't bear to be surprised by the autumn geese, leaning against the mirror, red and green, the soul is broken and who knows?
Nine of the machines, the snow fell from the plums and the snow fell from the sky. I've heard magpies raving about the garden tree, and I've been thinking about the night before, when the lamps and flowers were knotted, but it's the jade man who's coming back.
One of the machines, the moon and the lamps are all alone, and it's hard to get a good look at them. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
Two machines, the old hair and the pale face is ashamed to be rewashed. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
Three machines, the first in the east is not woven back to the brocade, and the first in the west is the word, a horizontal stripe, just in the middle, the concubine has been married.
Four machines, stop the shuttle Shu eyebrow hand rest, steal half a day of leisure. The people's minds, the situation in two places, the rain in the third night.
Five machines, the mandarin ducks weaving also separate flight. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it. I want to think of a foreign country, warm bedding, spring color full of people?
Six machines, the first cut of the brocade is cut by the hand, and there is no need for others to say much. Even if there is a negative, but also accounted for the reason, the concubine is a self-matching Xu!
Seven machines, a weaving and embroidery of the heart to think about, Tuan Wa Palace many dancers, in exchange for the Azhu, when Lang returned, the concubine and you remarried.
Eight machines, the words are slow in the mute voice, the light image of the red sleeves stained with tears cry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get back to you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get back to you.
Nine machines, the corner of the machine continues to weave the sycamore tree, a pair of branches and leaves waiting for the phoenix to roost. The carriages and horses in front of the door, the strings and songs outside the window, listen to the song of the phoenix.
One of the machines is the one that has no place to look for a pair of roosts, and it's the love affair that's the only thing that's holding it together.
Two of the machines are the ones that are looking up at the building and asking for a date of return, and they've got no one to take care of their worries, and they've got no one to take care of their worries.
The third machine, the wind and the moon are high, the window is full, and the bed is full of brocade, the bed is covered with colorful quilts, and the night is short, and the door is reclining, and who is going to brush the scent of the skin?
The fourth machine, more love is more love to be deceived, the person has not yet aged heart first death, the lone cheese accompanied by the window whispering, and to the nightingale cry.
Five, I'm sitting alone in a new mirror, sadness is even more emaciated, reverie embracing the bun, lazy combing temples, secretly hope for a good time.
Sixth, the year is still folded to send off the branch, no words precisely hurt feelings, the mountain wind hidden, even the sky condensed blue, to help the scene sighing yi yi yi, the wind is hidden, even the sky condensed blue, to help the scene sighing yi yi.
Seven machines, a night of wind through the heart, the remnants of the red flowers all over the rain, flowers blossom and fall, come and go, grudges lock eyebrow low.
Eight machines, cold at first cold wrapped in a single coat, a thousand beautiful most to remember, only shadow in front of the window, I am like jade, a few points of the night starry night.
Nine machines, the coverlet before writing a dream of miserable, lonely star and cold moon to urge people to suffer, the love affair is difficult to break, only to sit up, and put the purple dress cloak.
One machine, the sad song around the light branches, shaking down the red sound broken fine. The curtains were rolled up slowly, and the winds of autumn were blowing again.
The second machine, the screen is sold out at night to listen to the grasshopper cries, write all the remnants of the poem no date. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The third machine, the hair of the green silk gray a few strands, the wind and the moon who play with each other. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
The four machines, enjoy the moon in the mid-autumn festival heart silent, wide cold and drop Chang'e tears. The first thing you need to do is to ask the police for help, and they will not be able to help you.
Five machines, clear light vigil sleepy ambush a few, a few autumn chrysanthemums add dreaming. A vein of fragrance, phantom as a confidant, want to go to the spring breeze.
Sixth, withered leaves and broken branches falling all over the ground, the sad song of the broken autumn pool silence. The court of the deserted path, thin words and lonely song, the cold moon shines in the bottom of the heart.
Seven machines, the idle sea cool shore waves weeping, the west wind with snow urging the autumn to go. I'm not going to be able to get a lot more than that, but I'm going to be able to get a lot more than that, and I'm going to be able to do that.
The eight machines, the remnants of the cup of wine and a lonely song, beat the beat of the case turned over the tables and chairs. The winds of the chaotic dance, the wolves all over the place, soundly woke up the moon condensation clothes.
Nine machines, gray forest fog sticky small building miserable, the fence passed by the noisy siren. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the world, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at the world.
One of the machines, the neighboring company of the new silk, how do you know that will be the martyrdom of the king. The old hatred of the dead country and the new favor of the Wu Palace, only the ripples of the Taihu Lake remain.
Two machines, the snow reflects the thin curtains, the bitter cold and silence of the barbarians. The pipa complains, yellow sand and green mound, autumn high geese return to the south.
Three machines, Hua Qing imperial water to wash the fat, the seven coincidences under the moon private oath. A body of charm, three thousand favor, finally into the mud of Mawei.
The fourth machine, Zhaoyang sun shadow Cailan poetry, who cherish the fan dust accumulation. The color of the jade is old and the talent is easy to envy, quietly standing all the slanting sunshine.
Five machines, ice and snow thin jade words, chanting the heart of the heart of the moon. The red lotus root is damaged, the yellow flower is emaciated, and the soul of Huaiyuan is lost.
Sixth machine, Wujiang River blood splashed the king's clothes, but will be rewarded for the tears of the pupils. The most important thing is that the heroes are short of breath, and the sound of Chu in Gaixia is faint.
Seven machines, the painted horns and drums of the army startled me back to my dreams, and I was displaced from my home to look for my husband and son-in-law. The soul of a lonely man is far away, and his tears are so strong that he mourns the destruction of the city.
Eight Zhangji, the Xiling gloomy rain miserable, Qiantang ghost soil to collect new bones. The green poplar shade of the bottom, buckskin oil Bibi, things are already love is not.
Nine machines, the falling of the grass to cover the remnants of the monument, the red face of the same life is not the same world. The youth is gone, the dream of prosperity, with the rain and wind blowing.
One of the machines, on the Phoenix stage, abandoned the Velvet. The flower pity grass love thought no gap, under the orchid pool, the obsessive fish swimming, refused to eclipsing people return.
The two machines, the eyes of the departed bathing in the rain are doubtful. The whole thought is difficult to find together with the spring fog, look back and gaze, hidden in the forest, only wish the bird alarmed.
Three machines, the spring has been old rhyme new fly. The winds of the east fell flowers in the fragrance of the sky, red raw silk cloud cover, the heavenly fairy goddess, to change the music time clothes.
Four machines, a butterfly's coat in the sound of a clear mantra. The echoing sound of a star flower bud, the heart is easy to wither, Hui petals are difficult to lift, the delicate Qin as Chi.
Five machines, the lute weaves the moon's clear words. The peaks are bright and the branches are dark, and no one mourns. I don't play for thoughts, I don't play for disturbances, I only give poems to the heart of the lute.
Six machines, the silk is the proud dragon's picture. The dragon is more than ten thousand phoenix flying, stop the flute to think back, green peaks shadow fall, alone hope for cloud erosion.
Seven machines, the dragonflies are weaving their way to the clouds. I'm afraid of the high ambition of Lei Gong tight, riding the dragon on the phoenix, away from the hatred of the wind and rain, why need to sigh cicada clothes.
Eight machines, the mysterious voice without words and the strange spiritual breath. Weaving into a thousand gentle arts, layer by layer dance all over, love without enterprise, hard to bear more forced.
The nine machines, two lines, two lodgings, and two dependents. Icy wind and cold geese in the clear sky, from the new to the old, burning love and burning desire, through the ice mountain sunset.
One machine, colorful cloud achievement intention to haiku, clothing gradually slow heart without regret, autumn wind night, hate sadness long stay, it is the time to think of the king.
Two machines, one with a bamboo branch, one with a bloodstain and one with a tear, one with a thin candle, one with a shadow in front of the window, and one with plum blossoms ripped dry by the snow.
Three machines, the swallows pecking at the mud in the spring, flying together in the slanting sun, snuggling and whispering, what is the limit of this love?
The fourth machine, often hate things as messy as silk, the secret text of the silk handkerchief can not be sent, the fish sinking geese go, the light clouds of the sky wide, the flowers and willows of the road is lost.
Five, the river willows and flakes, lovebirds and swimmers, the rush of the day and night, but also the wind and rain, the wrong concubine back to the date.
Seven machines, the rain fell on the country road, clever shuttle into the warp and weft, heaps of smoke and green willow, fragrant apricot pistil, cut the continuous love silk.
Eight machines, peach blossom day for spring clothes, pink stamens full of tears, stop the shuttle loom, gazing at the distance, the green bird is late to return.
Nine machines, woven into butterflies flying around the flowers, know the way to travel geese rows like decorations, should be human characters, should be a word, writings hope Lang poetry.
Love silk, this hate **** who knows, shuttle loom in the loom without love plan, needle through the sewing, back to the verse, or intention to be late.
Love, embroidered into dozens of branches, crow marks but full of red paper, Flying Hong back with, Jun Shu secret word, but certainly is the flower period.
One machine. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. The peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Two machines. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The water is deep, the love is not limited, there are no words, only stare.
Three machines. The two flowers and the two leaves are linked together. The company's business is a very important part of the company's business, and it is a very important part of the company's business. The words and smiles, the oath of faith, the two love long to rely on.
Four. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to make it work.
Five. The first time I saw you was when I was a young girl. I remember when I first saw you. A curve of green silk, hands like jade, two heavy heart word clothing.
The six machines. The swallows are in the spring mud, and the peaches and the plums are in the spring mud. The peach and the plum are floating in the air. I don't want to talk about my sadness, I don't want to talk about my emaciation, I just want to send my love to you.
Seven machines. The wind is blowing in the east, and the wind is blowing in the west. The wind is blowing, and the willow flakes are coming up in the sky. I'm not a poplar flower, not a pear flower, but I'm in love with you.
Eight machines. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes.
Nine. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
One machine, singing on the river, singing about love. The wind and the rain are cold and the mountain is blue, half of the mountain is spring grass, a river of spring, turned into a word of love.
Two machines, Jiangnan spring green willow embankment. Warm wind smoked over the tourists drunk, floating Pingping Lake, flying flotsam garden, peach and apricot three or two branches.
Three machines, the heart is tired of who. Leaning on the door to look back shy to recognize the guest, convergence eyebrow smile, lightly throw lotus seed, but also afraid of being known.
Fourth, the butterflies on the handkerchief want to fly together. The poor colorful threads lock the colorful wings, the mountain alliance has not changed, the sea oath is difficult to give up, straight to play the flower brook.
Five machines, the night is cold and dreamy, when you are holding hands. The curtains are even tighter to urge people to go, lines and lines of tears, a little bit of sadness, did not dare to ask the date of return.
Sixth, I pushed the door and saw the dawn warbler cry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you.
Seven machines, lonely window candle tears cold rain miserable. The cloud is half-covered by the moon, and the sadness of the heart is a thousand knots, so who can solve this obsession?
Eight of them, the mandarin ducks have not yet been put in place, and their hearts are already gray. If the geese to no words, flowers in front of the willow, the depth of the dawn path, no plan to find purple clothes.
Nine of them are written on red paper. It's hard to send all kinds of hate to the butterflies on earth and the Tanabata in the sky, but it's just a thought.
One machine, who folded the Ba willow as thin as silk, afraid to see the light barge rowing Lan Zhi. I'm afraid to see the light barge rowing on the Ba River. My brows are locked in green, my eyes are stained with red, and my heart is weaved with hatred and love.
Two machines, the rain is so fine that it is like ice, but the tears are so clear that they are like rouge. The red paper figures, the wind send to, Fangxu fear people know.
Three machines, the petals of the petals to build the love, the soft intestines of a hundred turns because of the beginning of love. The curtains are empty, the swallow mud a few, failed to protect the flowers clothes.
The four machines, the flotsam and jetsam dance across the small bridge west, a drift down from the tie. The eye is moved, the hand to take, decorated on the broken hearted poem.
Five sheets of paper, the lotus root is broken by mistake, and there is no way to stop my heart. The Nymphaea is in bloom, the mandarin ducks are in the blue water, and the dream is hated at that time.
The Sixth Tranche: The embroidered threads are left behind and the new branches are disappointed. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and it was a long time ago that I was a little girl.
Seven machines, the silk is wet with tears, several times I want to send but also self-control. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Eight machines, the mandarin ducks wing half but stopped weaving, clear wave double sleep I only. The new peeled lotus seeds, bitter heart who see, will take more compassionate Yi.
Nine machines, the clouds rolled the moon's shadow low, clear light weaving the sky like a wash. The song of the red beans, the dance of the trees, to listen to the dawn of the rooster.
One machine, the slanting moon again to the sky interjection. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this, and I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this.
The second one is a day when I think of my husband, and I think of him twelve times a day. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the way you're feeling.
The third machine, the red roses embroidered ducks. The colorful feathers fly all over the place, happy heart overturned, love eyes confused, wrongly woven mandarin ducks wing.
The fourth machine, the iron flute blows all the way to the west of the jade building. The Nymphaea is in full bloom, and the two of them are in perfect harmony, and the two of them are in the same shadow, and they are talking under a brocade tent.
Five sheets of paper, the horn of the painting is blown and the sound is mournful. The dream was not yet over, the sadness of the gathering and dispersal, the eyebrow brush thrown, straighten the clothes, people to the west of the Imperial City.
Sixth, the coverlet is cold, where can the lone luan perch. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
Seven Zhangji, the mountains are long and the water is far away, the road is far away. The frost invades the green sideburns and the snow embraces the shoulders, listening to the pine lying in the moon, single clothes and shoes are shabby, Ying Ying steps in the mud.
Eight of them are in the same color as the red faces and the white clothes. The Forbidden City deep soul to go far away, the heart strings at first broken, pouring rain tears pouring, collapsed but climbed the ladder of heaven.
Nine machines, expected to be this world should rest. The only thing I can say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I think I'm going to be able to do something about it," he said.
One of the machines, the daughter of the spring boudoir told the love of each other, strangers in the willow, the pond in front of the flying flotsam, reed bushes singing oriole. The song of the delicate wind is far away, a curve of light smile, two eyes hide stupidity, light sleeve.
The two Zhangji, mountain flowers around the Fangqu, wasps class honey, purple swallow mud, the most people do not know. The wutong moon has been west, the west window candle, the east wind dream, strong love daughter intention.
Three machines, the night dew crystal hanging blue branches, wind and clouds calm, the moon and stars, the tree phoenix perched. The meeting under the acacia is very vague, the red gold Huachan, Zhu lips gently open, no match must be self-promised.
Four machines, mandarin ducks weaved together, the heart **** chaos, love to the thick of the time, dancing wonderful dance low. The red silk tent is full of words, a word of promise, a few more oaths, you will never leave.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a war, and I was in the middle of the night. The clouds of smoke and mist darken the shadow of the king, the yellow sands roam, the sun sets on the Yangtze River, and the lonely city on the Seychelles is closed.
Six Zhang Ji, ten years of the garrison has not been rested, by the fence to look at themselves, the lone shadow of pity, relative and speechless. I often go to the river to ask for the return date, Bashan Shu Shui, the ferry looking at the end, a thousand sails are not.
Seven machines, I would like to send this heart to the moon, the green hills are hidden, the green water is a long way, the difficulty is the Jiayu. The wind and the frost and the swords are pressing each other, the wooden leaves are rustling, the zebras are neighing, and the wind is blowing in the west.
The eight Zhang machine, woke up in the middle of the night cold rain patter, green lamps shining wall, empty steps moss green, white hair stained green silk. The three drums sounded in the silence, empty Mang xiao, drop bamboo flute, sound Zi Gui cry.
Nine Zhangji, warriors before the army died in battle, the graves are tired, white bones speckled, yellow flowers fall all over the ground. The bridge over the River Nai is full of people, and the ghosts of people are on different paths, so how can we send them in this life?
Nine Zhangqi [Zhou Wenqi]
One Zhangqi, the spring breeze on the Yaochi. The first one is the one that is not a good idea, and the second one is the one that is not a good idea, and the third one is the one that is not a good idea.
The second one is the one in the village where you can walk on the moon, but you don't have any doubt about it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
The third machine, ten thousand shuttles were woven into the wedding clothes. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
Four machines, the full moon in the center of the courtyard is in the west. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need.
Five machines, the apricot and yellow plums are rotting on the west side of the broken bridge. The reason for this is the fact that it is a mistake, the dust is cloudy, life is like a dream, and it is a mistake to be a teenager.
Sixth machine, the flower paper empty Shen Lang poetry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this.
Seven machines, and now the rain is like silk on the eve of the seventh day of the seventh month. The world's most important thing is that you can't get away from the world, and you can't get away from the world, and you can't get away from the world, and you can't get away from the world.
Eight machines, the dust net mistakenly into what period? When away from the constant Shaoguang error, children's business, food and clothing, how much time left?
Nine machines, a thousand red and purple woven into a poem. The first thing I want to do is to get together a few times in my life and think about how hard it is for me to get there, so I'll just shut down and go fishing!
One machine, the past should still be remembered, the deserted village can not forget the playful children's language. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place.
Two machines, shocked by the dust and style of the first encounter period, ignorant of the spring heart with you send. The light eyes are in love with the dark fragrance, love all the hibiscus clothes.
Three machines, a dream of Huangliang end fruitless, Phoenix wing Cangsang Nirvana go. Fengtian cold dagger, purple pearl hate away, green lotus broken stamen late.
Four machines, Yao Xue evening scene no one knows, hazy moon shallow pupil bleak time. The green silk is sad, the anxious tail of the heart, slowly dialing the song of hate.
Five machines, clear tears chanting broken hearted poem, feel the cold fingers of the wind in the remaining spring. The sound of the green bird is chaotic, mayfly dream short, lotus heart for whom the bitter.
Sixth, the dawn warbler is in full bloom, the rain is late, spring is lazy to pick the red bean branches. I don't want to send blood paper, but I'm looking at the new catalogue, and it's hard to understand how to break the love affair.
Seven machines, the world is in a state of flux, and the Nymphaea is in a state of flux. The world has been a place where people write about flowers.
The eight machines, ten miles of Nanke and a pool of drunkenness, the thin wine and colorful love strings. The flower face has not forgotten, the phoenix feather wandering, poor sentimental obsessive.
Nine machine, green bamboo idle floating fire lotus pool, *** look at the flower full Xieqiao day. Forget the river to see again, and then laugh at the white head, and the king set three times.
Nine machines [Zhao Zhiwei]
One machine, plain water, blue sky, blue willow hanging. The east wind does not understand the heart of the flowers, wisps of silk, hurrying, want to send the spring flowers back.
Two machines, the head of the pearl curtains to see the geese fly. The moon is clear and dust-free, the clouds cover the sky wolf, the cuckoo sounds, only to say that it is not as good as return.
Three machines, one side of the brocade embroidered with a pair of perches. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, and I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
The fourth machine is a lotus pond in July in the south of the Yangtze River. The leaves are moving and the sound of the lotus boat is shifting. I have picked lotus seeds and folded lotus leaves, but I ask how to send them.
Five sheets of paper, picking chrysanthemums and hairpins in the east hedge. The west wind is getting cooler and the ice is cold, so I'm going to put the wine in the osmanthus dew, and write a sentence on the peach fan, but how can I send it to you?
Sixth, the setting sun and the slanting wind are returning to the people's shadows. I'm tired of being a long-time traveler in another country, and every holiday, I can miss my family, and climb up to the top of the mountain to look at what is going on.
Seven sheets of paper, Shu Mountain, Shu Water, Shu Tianqing, year after year, Shu in the love. The world is far away, the sky is far away, the long look at the fence, heard the sound of the return of geese.
The eight-party machine, the pomegranate flower hair Hainan days, the grass grows warbler fly willow like smoke. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite products and services, and then you'll be able to get a good look at them.
Nine of the machines, the past is not real, the water and the moon and the mirror flowers always have no destiny. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.
Nine machines [Ximen Jiqi]
One machine. The smoke outside the garden is light and the willows are blue, and the river flows like a river with a lot of love. The shadow of the palace, the deep palace a few, lonely with the moon leaning.
Two machines. The wind blowing lotus movement to send clear ripples, the king can understand the meaning of Fangze. The shuttle fly heart mess, night forever night silence, no meeting a few more times.
Three machines. The first thing I want to do is to weave a silk handkerchief, and I'm willing to give it to you. I have no regrets, but he is avoiding, how can I part with him?
Four machines. The first thing you need to do is to get the best of what you have to offer, and you can do it in a way that will make you feel better. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Five machines. The loom sounded a long sigh, the peach blossom array return to no plan. The letter is often sent, but the wind and rain are no help, and the meeting is never scheduled.
Six looms. The first is to weave a brocade handkerchief, weaving a piece of love thoughts. The spring waves of blue water, poor mandarin ducks, white head for whom to drape?
Seven machines. The first time I saw you in the mirror, I was afraid that we would not meet again. Still warm old dreams, like water to the east, still waiting to hate when.
Eight machines. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Nine. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.