"A Cut of Plum Blossoms" The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn, I undress lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the word "Yan" comes back, the moon is full. West Tower. The flowers are floating and the water is flowing. One kind of lovesickness and two worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. Just lowering my brows, but it is in my heart.
"Slow Sound" Searching and searching, cold Deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and cold.
How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wind is coming late at night?
Yan I've passed, I'm sad, but it's an old acquaintance.
The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, who is worthy of picking them now? Guarding the window, how can one be so dark alone?
Wutong It is drizzling more and more at dusk, bit by bit.
This time, there is no such thing as "sorrow"!