"Guangda Downstairs Night Waiter's Banquet" Su Ting sent Dongyue back to Luojing for a banquet, and Xiyongtong held a banquet with the ministers.
The terrace is as beautiful as Yichun Garden, and the lights are as bright as the city that never sleeps.
While watching the music of the court on earth, I suddenly heard the sound of orchestral music in the sky.
The ministers who came here danced and were drunk, and they loved to wear the thousand-year-old Holy Lord's Ming.
"Untitled" Zhang Ji passed by the willow road of Taoxi, and the makeup under the lamp became a song under the moon.
Because it was the palace of King Xiang, it still has many slender waists.
"Sad Journey" Li He swallowed and learned Chu chants, but his bones and bones were injured.
Autumn is white, and the leaves are crying in the wind and rain.
The green orchid lamps rest and the moths dance in the falling light.
The ancient wall is covered with dust, and the soul is surrounded by dreams. "Painting Corner East City" Li Hehe turns to dawn, and crows fly high.
The sail is long and tall, and the Wu knife hangs coldly on the wall.
Mussels are born in the cold sun, and oats are cooked in Baitao.
The water splashes on the forehead, and the flags and drums welcome the tide at night.
Who would have thought that the clouds in the mud would make the spring of pear blossoms disappear.
The lotus silk is machine-made, and the bamboo leaves are cut into the flower skirt.
The bright moon calls out to my sister, and the dim lamp calls to my beloved.
I also know your husband and I have a goldfish hanging on my body.
The bronze mirror stands on the green luan, and the swallow's fat brushes the purple cotton.
The cheeks are darkened and the tears at the end of the eyes are cold.
The jasper is broken and cannot be repaired, and the strings of the Yaoqin are plucked again.
Today is not the same as before. Who dares to look at it squarely?
I can’t help but think about the bridal chamber, and bees are the center of attention.
The remaining incense sticks are gray and warm, and the green caterpillar hairpins are cold.
The lamp flame is short in the distance at night, and the screen is deep in deep sleep.
It’s good to have a mandarin duck dream, so let’s stop pounding the anvil in Nancheng.
Ordinary light Song jade, today I will marry Wenyang.
The halberd stem crosses the dragon's hairpin, and the sword ring leans against the osmanthus window.
Invite people to cut half of their sleeves and sit upright on the bed.
The red wheel is heavy with tears, and it lives on the beam of the well.
"Return to Dream" by Li He On a stormy night in Chang'an, the calligrapher dreamed of Changgu.
Yiyi smiled in the middle hall, but the younger brother fell into disgrace.
My family is kind and generous, and I hope that I will be hungry.
If you work hard, the lights will shine on your eyes.