archaic
Li Shangyin-Tang Jinse, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each of which has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. It is more important than the white rock in the Notre Dame Temple. In spring, drizzle is often sprinkled on the hall with green tiles, and the flag in the ancestral hall cannot be moved by the night wind. Elvhua freely said that she had come to live somewhere, and Tong Jie's family in Dulan Township said that she would leave and come back. Yulang and the virgin met here and informed the fairy that the virgin wanted to board Zizhi with the fairy. Stay at the Rockfall Pavilion and send a message to Cui Yong, Cui Yi. The bamboo dock is clean and clean, and the homesickness is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain. Banqiao looks back at Gaocheng River, and the pavilion window presses microwave. Narcissus wanted to go to carp, and Furong cried all night. Blowing sheng, the Milky Way, looking at the Milky Way blowing feathers, the cold building is cold and bright. Dream about his death again, don't be scared by the girl last night. The moon pavilion is fragrant because of the rain, and the residual candle in the wind curtain is self-frosted. There is no need to make waves. Qin Xiao has his own feelings.