I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
In the first month, Li Shangyin worshiped the house.
Close the lock and cover it with moss, and the corridor and deep pavilion are idle here.
The prophet is dizzy in the windy month, but the cold flowers still bloom.
The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net.
I'm alone, singing at night with my lamp on my back.
Jiangchengzi sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Mourning Wang Shizhen
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines.
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Nan Xiangzi's inscription for the dead woman: Nalan Xingde
Tears are swallowed but silence.
I only regret my past feelings.
Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying.
You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific
Wake up early in the middle of the night.
Qing wakes up early and dreams more.
Call the rain bell at night.
On Nalan Xingde from Jin Ping Mei The Death of a Woman
When was this hatred?
Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.
The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan.
It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.
When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.
Clear tears, confetti.