Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas. In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
The point is the second sentence, which is very loving.
Then there is Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
Zhu's string is broken, the mirror is out of sight, and he looks at Lulu, smells fragrant, sings with white heads, and leaves sorrow. Try to eat as much as possible, don't miss my concubine and accompany you on a long trip! "
Then Zhang Song Yu Niang's The Height of the Mountain.
The mountain is high and the moon is small. The moon is so small and bright. I have something to think about. I haven't seen you for a day, and my heart is calm.
No pains are spared, in Shan Zhinan. Worry, why not.
You have a strong heart, and I am as cold as ice, clean and neat. I was going to marry for a hundred years, but suddenly it became a farewell. Go to the clouds and rain, and miss the bright moon for thousands of miles.