Wang Changling
Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.
Light up the water and Woods with pure light and flow like waves on our windows and doors.
It will calmly, beyond our wisdom, cycle between the full moon and the new moon, alternating between the old and the new.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
He is far away from us, far away, 300 miles away, but the smell of orchids comes with the wind.
Zhuliguan
Don
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
A plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn
Song liqing Zhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Bloom is full of flowers and flowing water. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.