Fill in ancient poems with equipment from online games

Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn. A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny.

Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted. Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.

White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls. If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.

Birds nest in the forest, but hedges make way for wild animals. Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.

Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity. I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.