Li Qingzhao is a lonely goose, and the paper account of the rattan bed sleeps: the paper account of the rattan bed sleeps, and there is no end and no good thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water. The flute rings three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and the spring is a little bit. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it. Bo Shao Jun in Ming Dynasty: Blue Shirt in Wet Mourning
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.