The Wangqiaoquan is clear and rare in the world, - (Hidden head Wang) In the steep mountain stream, the clear stream gurgls and drips,
Young people compete to cherish the red branches. ——Young people should cherish the red flowers on the graceful branches the most.
Pingpeng already hates being a passer-by. Even if we meet by chance, he still sighs that I have become a passer-by.
The water cuts my eyes and the fog cuts my clothes. ——The quiet water cut out the love in my eyes, and the misty mist cut out the fluttering clothes in my clothes.
Cui Tu
The embroidered yoke and the fragrant mandarin don't come home at night, and the young people compete to cherish the red branches. The east wind brings a gust of dusk rain, and it’s time to sleep in prosperity again. Desolate, pitiful and slightly irritated, I want to talk but worry about remembering my old friend. The thin wine wakes me up from the cold all night, and the good flowers fade away and the rain hides the spring. Pingpeng already hates being a slutty guest, and he doesn't know how to see his courtiers in Jiangling. Friendship may not necessarily be related to the rich or the poor. Chaimen has had little traffic since ancient times.
Tang Dynasty - Cui Zhongrong - Presented to the Singing Girl
Water cuts eyes and fog cuts clothes, and a beautiful song of spring shines at the banquet. The resentment is still there at night in Xiaoxiang, and the dawn clouds in Wuxia Gorge are full of sorrow. The white teeth are slightly cold jade, and the dark eyebrows are lightly frowning at the distant mountains. Weicheng is singing after the morning rain, and the eyes are full of guests from Yangguan who have not returned.