First, pass through a mist that unites five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Second, what is it like to twist the autumn heart into ashes? What's it like to lie down and watch the piano score, but for whom?
Third, I'm not famous, I'm not married, and I may not be as good as others.
Fourth, love each other beyond words, only a thousand tears.
Five, tonight, I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si.
6. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
Seven, a few bosom friends, who has broken the string.
Eight, at night, the dream suddenly came home, Xiao Xuan window, is grooming.
Nine, flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
X. the cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless.
At twelve o'clock, on both sides of the ape's cry, the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man.
Thirteen, but how unlucky the poet is, he will become a king.
Fourteen, the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Fifteen, the scissors are still chaotic, which is separation. Don't have a taste in my heart.
Sixteen, the residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening.
17. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom. When you pass my silk window, Han Mei is carrying flowers-Don Wang Wei >
Eighteen, where is the hometown, unless you are drunk-"Bodhisattva Man" by Song Liqing.
Nineteen, heartbroken every year, moonlit, short Matsuoka.