The sound of the phoenix flute is broken in the moonlight, and people want to go when they raise their hands to thank them. Su Shi's
Stop playing the flute to show my feelings. The
Seven Nights of Women's Songs by Han Yuefu is fragrant, cold and golden. When it is turned red, it gets up and combs its hair carelessly. Ren Bao is full of dust, and the curtain is hooked. I'm afraid I'll leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
take a break! If you go back, it will be difficult to stay if you go back to "Yangguan" for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren far, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, from now on, a new sorrow is added. Li Qingzhao's
Memories of Blowing a Flute on the Phoenix Platform
hides the silver screen and hangs the green sleeves. Where to blow a flute, the pulse is slightly funny. Nalan Rong Ruo's "Yun Song Order"