1. Jinse
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart in love with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
2. Untitled·Last night’s stars and last night’s wind
Last night’s stars and last night’s wind are on the west side of the painting building and east of Guitang.
I don’t have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind.
Gouchun wine is given to every other seat to warm it up, and the wax-covered lamps are red.
I listened to the drum and went to answer the official question, walking around Malantai and turning around.
3. Untitled·It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet.
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
4. Untitled·The east wind is blowing and the drizzle is coming
The east wind is blowing and the drizzle is coming, and there is light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray!
5. Untitled·How many layers of phoenix tail incense are thin?
How many layers of phoenix tail incense are thin? There are cracks in the dome of green dome in the deep of night.
Shan Caiyue is so embarrassed that she can't hide her shame. The car is driving and the sound of thunder can't make sense.
It used to be lonely, golden embers dark, no news, pomegranate red.
The spots are only tied to the weeping poplar bank, where there is a good wind in the southwest.
6. Untitled
The precious lantern of the Immortal of Zifu, the cloud slurry turned into ice before it was drunk.
How the snow and moon meet at night, even on the twelfth floor of Yaotai.
7. Untitled·The heavy curtain goes deep into the Mochou Hall
The heavy curtain goes deep into the Mochou Hall. After lying down, the night is slender.
My life as a goddess was just a dream, and my sister-in-law had no husband.
The wind and waves don’t believe that the water chestnut branches are weak. Who can teach the moon dew that the osmanthus leaves are fragrant.
It’s useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it’s just pure madness to feel melancholy.