-Su Xiaoxiao
My concubine lives by the Qiantang River, and flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the year. Yan in the title will go to spring scenery, and it will be on the screen.
Obliquely insert the jade comb cloud and spit, tap the sandalwood and sing "Golden wisp". Dreams are broken and colorful clouds are nowhere to be found. On a cool night, the bright moon gives birth to Nanpu.
-Su Xiaoxiao
Plain color is clear, and the clouds are like makeup buildings;
My husband has an oar in this ambitious period, and my concubine would rather quit her studies and go back to the boat.
Look at the pillow in the birdcage under the candle, and the parrot goose in front of the phoenix calls to comb its hair;
Pity the bright moon for three or five nights, and the wind blows Xiao to Biliu.
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Liu
The grass is sad and green, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is deeply closed.
Silver light is not enough to sing, and books are a few Ye Qiu.
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Dong Xiaowan
When it rains in the south, it looks like snow and frost. All kinds of people are also in the fog, and they can be self-sustaining with humility.
Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early. You can enjoy it when you are old, and you are young and energetic.
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Xue Tao