The flowers in the forest have withered,
Too hasty,
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears,
Stay drunk,
When does it weigh,
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Banquet garden Bai Juyi
Frequent, elegant and happy trysts,
Fighting and killing people.
With that, I flew for the time being.
Wrinkle your eyebrows.
Helpless, helpless,
Two hearts stay forever.
The young mermaid Feng Yansi.
A parrot with a jade hook and a bent post,
Turn around and stay in spring.
Yunping snubbed the painting gallery,
Thin late spring cold helpless, the wind.
Curtain swallows fly low,
Brush the mirror and dance
I don't know if the moon is bent tonight,
Who leans on it with a concentric knot?
Yuhubai
Martyrs bump into jade pots and cherish their old age.
Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying.
At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet.
Praise the Lord for nine days, stir up red waves and green sages.
Turn the dragon into a dragon and give coral a white jade whip.
The world doesn't know that Dong Fangshuo, the great hidden Golden Gate, is a fallen fairy.
Xi Shi Ying smiled and frowned, and the ugly girl was tired.
Although the king loves moths and eyebrows, there is nothing he can do to kill people in the palace!
Play tricks on Li Yu
The deep courtyard is quiet and the small courtyard is empty.
Intermittent cold anvil intermittent air.
But the night is long and people can't sleep.
Count the moons to the curtain.
He Zhu —— Boxing in Northern Song Dynasty
Light makeup is polymorphic, more beautiful and more frequent.
I know Qin Xin has promised first, and I want to ask for a double belt.
I still remember the painting hall, which was romantic, smiling and helpless.
Facing the sleeping duck stove, in the fragrant screen, I am ashamed to untie the fragrant Luo.
I haven't seen anything since I burned the lamp.
On several occasions, with the profound meaning of Shuang Yan and Ding Ning, we hated the curtain.
When shall we meet again? It's only spring, and people are always bored when they are free.
Tired from sleep, there are flowers in the sky.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the yard