Li Shangyin
Jun asked that evening rain rose to the autumn pool before his return.
Why should * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain?
Jie Lianhuan
Zhou Bangyan
resentful. The lover is cut off, and the news is distant. Faithful and skillful, Jie Lianhuan is like wind dispersing rain, and fog is light and clouds are thin. The swallow house is empty, with a dark dust lock and a bed of strings. Want to move roots and change leaves, it's all old times, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo was born in Tingzhou. The boat bends along the shore, and people are in the corner of the sky. Remembering, listening to the book on the same day, and gossiping about idle words are always burned away. Shuiyi Spring Festival, hope to send me, Jiangnan plum calyx. Fight for this life, drink for flowers, and shed tears for Iraq.
evil in Yuefu
evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, thunder and shock in winter, rain and snow in summer, and heaven and earth are combined, so I dare to break away from you.