(2) I danced. My shadow tumbled after, I sang. The moon encouraged me.
(3) Dance down the heart of the willow building, and sing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan.
(4) Knocking the jade hairpin on the bamboo, singing a song like frost.
(5) The soldiers are half dead in front of the battle, while the Beauty Army is still singing and dancing.
(6) The shepherd boy rides the ox, and the song makes Lin Yue sing.
(7) The willows are green and green in Jiang Shuiping, and the songs are heard on the Langjiang River.
(8) There are tall buildings in the northwest, which are flush with floating clouds. Cross-sparse junction window, Agee triple order. There is a string song on the floor, and the sound is sad! Who can write this song? Nothing is the wife of Qi Liang. The Qing Dynasty merchants followed the wind, and the middle song was wandering. Sighing repeatedly, generosity is more than sorrow. I don't care if the singer is bitter, but it hurts my bosom friend. I am willing to fly high for the double swan.
(9) There are many silk tubes in Jincheng, and they are half in the river and half in the clouds. Such music should only be in heaven, where can we hear a few times? (I'm barely a singer. I was originally a songwriter. )
(1) I am the madman of the Chu country, who sang a mad song disputing Confucius.