[Contemporary Outstanding Original] Li Gefu's Seven Laws recently selected

About the Author

Li Gefu, a native of Ye County, Henan, currently lives in Sanya, Hainan. Poetry lovers.

In the past few years since my own bartender order, no drunk coincides with Brother Liu Qingtian.

The age of Huanghuang did not mourn, and he was good at qi.

After waking up, the ditch was more common in the past.

Laughing me Bo Cai was banned from sake, Xian Junjian wrote a cup.

The whip pointed to Taiwan Pengdi, and it was open -minded.

Feel

Fangchun looked at the end of the world.

Recalling the silence of the past, the snow was in the cold view.

It is accustomed to suffering from the sidelines, and does not use family poverty or not.

Jiang Haipo was everywhere, and stopped Zhouling Ridge.

Sense of time

What happened to the end of the world, seeing people in the pen.

Dou talent is about to make a time, and the rhyme is to slander the world.

I feel the newly stopped wine, and the worries will restart the vertical skills.

One thousand miles is sadly Shanghai, and the spring mountains are in the rainy rain.

Dragon Boat Festival

The Dragon Boat Festival was heard again, and the story of the robbery was different.

No official can still worry about the country.

The marine policeman was anxious, and the song poems were diligent.

Reading from Sao Ri Shao, Gu Ling Ling Jun's character.

Send Brother Liu's sea

Heng Gexian was heard at the sea, and the intestinal heat felt attentive.

The old garden enters the dream less, and the military command and other are in the war atmosphere.

Fight on the battlefield to fight wine, and get from the side to the side of the side.

The ancestral whip refers to the southeast, and the blue eyes were the first.

Brush

Those who are thin and delicious, the child is full of fucking.

Da uses a special way to get ink, and the good material encounters wolf hair.

Every time he served Donghu, he had deceived Li Guanghao.

It is not as happy as a knife to describe the world's affairs.

Crossing Changsha Yueliu Camp

Siam is loud at sea, and Tiger invited me to borrow a bull knife.

Su Wen Jin's brigade is still strong, and he first met the military power and pride.

The remote deserted mountains are sweet and dew, and the wind and wind will resign.

The blade of the waist is worn every year, so that the whip is high.

Leave it in the Guangzhou Road

The rain was obliquely stabbed and tired, and the gusts were slamming.

The waist knife is staggering.

The drums were tearful for more than ten years, and Zheng Chen was gentle.

Yan Ranqi's name, comforting his father, Xiao Xiaoyuan.

Passing Guangzhou

Yu Nei smelled the dust, and Tianya intends to be a neighbor.

The Garden Jun is accustomed to traveling, and Sheng Shi is still outsiders.

Whenever the wine is bold, the poem is not worried about the poverty.

The spring mountain was rewarded, and Zhang Han did not need to die frequently.

Send the same robe at the sea

The ships on the sea broke the waves, and Shaohua cleared the waves every year.

There is no meritorious time to work hard, and he is fortunate to have the same pillow.

I do n’t worry about me, I know that I have less, and I can replenish the monarch in my life.

Pedestrians went under the umbrella and led Xishan Rain.

Sense of time

Thousands of stacks of snow to Dajiang East, Wanli Ru Royal Wind.

Jiwu.com rumors of sacrifice ghosts, peers' naval competition.

Houmen's officials exaggerated the rich, and the holy poet was poor.

Qianxian was like me in a smile, and I had a lot of knowledge in my life.

Feel

The old garden door Liu Ying's mother -in -law, the empty memory pond is still flush.

The bottom of the cup was poured into the block, and the blue snail was sits on the end of the world.

There is no return to dreams at Fengjun.

Repeated when the robbery came, maybe he returned to his hometown in his own age.

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