Xu Xuan
There are many beautiful women in Yangzhou tourist resort, among which the beautiful women are famous for their moon. In the first year of 14 or1May,
Can play the pipa, can sing and dance. The flowers are full of beautiful warblers.
There are many sages in Yangzhou, the imperial capital, and Yin Dechuan is one of them. In the early days of the Tokugawa shogunate,
High positions are often rare. Like an old acquaintance seeing the moon for the first time.
The leisurely courtyard is a noble house. The door of the house is strict and there are no customers. Hanging curtains, I sat on the moon,
Teasing the beat of Pipa Lang. Once Yin Lang crossed the river, he was lazy and danced in front of the mirror.
Chaoyun Muyu Town followed closely, but met at the foot of Stone Town. February, March, Jiangnan spring,
The city is covered with incense ashes. The partition listened to a song, but it belonged to Zixian's family.
The green window embroiders the dawn, and the residual candle lingers. When I leave my intestines, I hate pain and feelings.
Soft barriers are empty. Yin Lang entered the Hanlin last winter, and the rank of Jiupin deepened.
The human desire is invisible, and the old heart is true to the moon. I'm ashamed of myself,
Every phase is fake. The depression in the alley is closing, so we will visit him together.
I am a stupid and virtuous person, and I am always heartless when I sing. Ever since I saw the moon,
So far, he has won a crazy reputation. Yin Langyue really listens to me. How much time can a young man have?
Its beautiful moment followed, and Jiao Mo said it was hard to miss.