If I had known. Regret not locking the carved saddle (Ding Feng of Liu Yong)
In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")
The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will never go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian")
The fragrance is not in the nucleus, not in the calyx, but in the bone (Chao Zhuyan)
Who knows if you are gaunt in spring clothes (Mrs. Wei's Wu)
The haggard Jiangnan is tired and unbearable, and is eager to straighten out the strings (Zhou Bangyan's Man Ting Square)
Reading the moon pavilion hand in hand, smelling the flute on the bridge, thinking about the past, like a dream, tears like rain (Zhou Bangyan's "Warrior Lan Ling")
My hometown is far away. When will I go (Zhou Bangyan's Su Mu Cover)
Ask in a low voice: Who are you with? It is already midnight in the city. If the horse is slippery, it is better to rest, and there are always fewer pedestrians (Zhou Bangyan's "Youth Tour")
Everyone says, like Iraq, how can it be like a slave (from "Pinling")
Only the Guanshan Mountain tonight and the moon thousands of miles away are under the same lamp (Xie Yi's Jiang Shenzi)
What time does the Wan Liyun arrive? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off. Who is it, singing the golden thread (He Xinlang of Ye Mengde)