Resentment
The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of the Qin mulberry background are green.
When the king returns home, the concubine has a broken heart.
If the spring breeze does not recognize you, when will you enter the Luo curtain?
The resentment of the jade steps
Author: Li Bai Tang Dynasty?
The jade steps produce white dew, and the night is long Invading socks.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.
Spring Thoughts
Author: Li Bai Tang Dynasty?
The swallow grass is like blue silk, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low.
When you are pregnant and return home, your concubine is heartbroken.
If you don’t know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?
Gushu Shiyong·Wangfu Mountain
Looking at the blue sky, I feel resentment for farewell.
The grass in the river knows no worries, but the rock flowers only strive to bloom.
The clouds and mountains are separated by thousands of layers, and the news is never heard of.
As spring passes and autumn returns, when will the lovesickness end?
Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.
Luowei cries in autumn over the golden well fence, and the frost is desolate and the mat is cold.
The lonely lamp cannot be understood and I am heartbroken. I roll up the curtains and look at the moonlit sky and sigh.
The beauty is like a flower in the clouds. There is the long sky of Qingming above, and there are the waves of Lu River below. The journey is long and the soul is suffering.
The dream soul cannot reach the mountains. Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.
The sun is full of lust and the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright and it is full of sorrow and sleeplessness.
Zhao Sechu stopped the Phoenix Pillar, and the Shuqin was about to play the mandarin duck strings.
This song is intended to be passed down by no one, and I would like to send it to Yan Ran with the spring breeze.
Recalling that you are so far away from each other across the blue sky,
In the past, my eyes were full of waves, but now they are a fountain of tears.
If you don’t believe that I have a broken heart, come back and look in front of a bright mirror.