Yong, yǒng.
Poetry: Thick mist and thick clouds make the day long, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast. ("Drunken Flower Yin" by Li Qingzhao);
The soldiers of Yongshou stay awake all night, and the golden lotus has no copy in the atrium. ("Qi Gong Ci" by Li Shangyin);
The shadow of osmanthus lies on the idle steps at night. ("Dongxian Song·Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival" written by Chao Buzhi)
Drunk Flower Yin (Li Qingzhao)
The mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, and the auspicious brain eliminates the golden beasts. It's the Double Ninth Festival and it's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Is it possible that the soul is not lost? The curtains are blown by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Qigong Ci (Li Shangyin)
The soldiers of Yongshou stayed awake all night, and the golden lotus was not copied in the atrium.
At the third watch of Liangtai's singing pipe, it's like the wind is shaking the nine-zi bell.
Dong Xiange·Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival (Chao Buzhi)
In the place where the green smoke is shining, the blue sea is flying and the golden mirror is flying. The shadow of osmanthus lies on the idle steps of the eternal night. When the dew is cold, there are many cold and scattered things. Shenjing is far away, but only Lanqiao Road is close.
The crystal curtain does not fall down, the mica screen opens, and the beauty light powder is cold soaked. Waiting for the capital to give many bright lights to Jinzun, and cast the dawn and the flowing clouds to pour out all the clouds. He even took the Hu bed to the south building and watched the jade make up the human world.