(2) I danced. My shadow tumbled after, I sang. The moon encouraged me.
(3) Dancing low in the heart of the willow building, singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.
(4) Knocking the jade hairpin on the bamboo at leisure, singing a song like a moon.
(5) Warrior formation. Who can write this song? Wu is the wife of Qi and Liang. The Qing merchants are blowing with the wind, and the middle song is wandering. After repeated sighs, generosity is more than sorrow. The singer is not afraid of suffering, but his bosom friend is rare. He is willing to fly high for the double swan.
(9) The silk tube in Jincheng has been flying day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it several times. (It is barely a song.