2, the taste of green plum has been scattered | Where is the bamboo horse now, look at the smoke in the mountains | Look at the sunset in the bamboo, you are a female radish | I am a dodder flower, and the fallen flower is independent | Swift Qi Fei.
3, full of drunkenness | small eight, Xiao Feng broken the waning moon | dancing for shadows, treading clothes repeatedly | running as heavy as iron, years rewinding | and I am worried about my bright eyes and cheeks, lest they fade.
4, poetic | diligent chess like painting and calligraphy, a gentleman is drunk for beauty | Beauty is a gentleman's tears, always the world of mortals | It is also the world of mortals, not cold | Pine and cypress are natural.
5. Watch the autumn window fall | Er, listen to the sound of fallen leaves, silent fireflies dance and glow | Fuzzy and lonely shadow, marry you for a lifetime | Marry you for a lifetime, the wind is shallow | Ink is abundant and dyed.
6, Xiaoxiang Xi What do you want | White Xi I wish, bloom will eventually lose | Fan Ye will eventually die, from the temple, in the depths of its tender bamboo | There is a late bell whispering, just laughing for Iraqis | I would like to look back for you.
7. It's too light for anyone to hear | I'm leaning alone in the dense bamboo except my comrade Mingyue | I'm playing the pipa and humming a song, and I choose a city to die | How can I be prosperous when I meet someone who will grow old together | How can pine branches be strong?
8. If bloom cherishes each other | If the flowers fall, if the beauty laughs at the whole city | If the play is beautiful, it will be disabled | If the wind is drunk, the left hand will never leave | The right hand will never leave.
9.bloom's falling in love | Clouds are free, charming lips are sweet | Eyes are gentle, we have met before | Falling in love, my left ear says I love you | My right ear says I miss you.
10, alone | A group of people revel, the red carp is not green | The green carp is not red, the lake is clear with autumn snow | The river is muddy with spring breeze, frogs are ringing everywhere | The chilling trees are singing.