Boarded Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Spring night
The golden stove is full of lingering fragrance, and the breeze is cold. Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Su Qin.
The right to die has been divided, and the notoriety has erased the geometric year. I miss your soul for a thousand years, but I regret that I didn't have two hectares of land.
Chinese plum
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Yan Dao Ji
Butterfly Lovers dream of entering the smoke waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of traveling in the south of the Yangtze River without seeing anyone. I was lost in sleep, but I was disappointed and lost my mind. I tried my best in this love letter, but in the end there was no evidence. However, relying on strings, I broke the Qin Zheng column.
It's really easy to get together and get apart. It is too early to sleep in the half-moon window, and the screen is idle to Wu Xian. The words in the poem are stained with the wine on the clothes, and it is always bleak. The red candle has no good idea of self-pity, and the night is cold and cries for others.