Jin Tongxian sings Chinese songs.
Maoling Liulang is a guest in the autumn wind, and I heard Ma Si's ignorance at night.
The osmanthus tree in the painting column hangs autumn fragrance, and the soil in the thirty-six palaces is green.
Wei Guan led the car thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shot at his eyes.
Empty sent John out of the palace door, thinking of your tears like lead water.
Declining orchid to send guests to Xianyang Road, if the sky is old.
The lonely moon is bleak, and the acropolis is low.
If there is love in the sky, the moon will grow old, if there is no hate, the moon will become round.