Poems praising Longting

Clouds before drunkenness, ears loose, blue pavilion idle.

Looking at the smoky city in the distance, I am surprised that China is lingering.

Weak water whirls, frost moths dance sleeves, and unexpectedly roll Wan Lianqiong Rui.

I came at a tender moment, staggered to resign and fell asleep.

A pillow in the sky, recommended to attract silver-haired men, blowing in the wind, boring, washed with clouds.

I woke up from my dream and raised my eyebrows to worry.

My heart is full of joy, my troubles are gone, and I am full of fairy spirits.

Remove the unprovoked, sing again, and make trouble in the world.