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.
This situation is worth remembering. It comes and goes unconsciously.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Shut the door and cover it with moss, and the porch pavilion wanders here.
The prophet was dizzy in the stormy moon, but he still showed his cold flowers.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
When I am alone with my lamp, I can't help singing at night.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are endless.
If you don't think, you won't forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
No words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that there will be heartbreaking places every year, moonlit night and dwarf Songshan Mountain.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
Flowers bloom, warblers sing and grass sniff, and fish scales wrinkle.
Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are bitter, and bloom will remember you in the new year.
Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silent.
Only regret for the past.
Keep knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.
Sad pictures can't be drawn.
Don't make it too clear.
Wake up early in the middle of the night.
It is more important to wake up early in the morning.
Call the rain bell at night.
On Nalan Xingde from Jin Ping Mei The Death of a Woman
When did this hatred pass?
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I've had a dream for three years. I think I woke up from a long dream.
It is also expected that the world will be cold.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.
Chai made a promise and abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan.
Know him, know the people he has been suffering from, and know the people he depends on.
I turned from midnight to one side and listened to Xiang Xian's excuse with forbearance.
He didn't know himself until it was over.
I am also afraid that both of them will be unlucky, and then they will come in the wind and go in the month.
Tears are gone, and the paper is gray.