Li Bai in Shuang Yan
The freedom of fly with me in heaven is envied by the sky.
They always build love nests in pairs in Yulou Bamboo Pavilion and play with each other in golden window embroidery.
Zheng Gu of Yan State.
Last year came and went, and the cold spring smoke passed Xiaoxiang.
Fly low in the plum rain on the green shore, and enter the red chamber to pick apricot beams.
A few idle inkstones peep at the shallow water, and the mud in the falling flower path stinks.
A thousand words, no one will know, and chasing the warbler over the short wall.