The first tree in my Xiyan Lake is light ink.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun.
Nanxiangzi (God of Wealth)
Wild geese fly in the south. Koi fish is diligent in crossing the river. Tears, ink, silver hooks, writing lines. Didi hurts little Phoenix Emperor. It takes time to think things over. Look back at the sunset. It is unforgettable to talk about hate with books. When the book comes, it hurts even more.
Untitled (one of two songs) (Li Shangyin)
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
In those days, Liu Lang had long complained that the mountain was far away; You go to more places than the mountains in Shashaling!