Li he
Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
Its owner, Hu Die, flew west, and the boy in white came back today.
golden
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.