Frost flowers make light of the mirror, but golden hairpin is dark, and she worries about her brow and resents it. Disdain the spring breeze idle hands, let the snow diffuse the green steps.
To Dong Chunhan (two songs) (1) How nice it is that such a quiet night leaves me alone in the world. What kind of dream is it when those years meet? It happened yesterday, but it is older than that of the Ming Dynasty. The words that have been deleted have been copied in the title page of a book. This indifferent spring, the moon knows women's hearts better than the sun. I dare not turn on the computer. The cold there is colder than the cold. A book of poems by Wang Xiaoni will grow in my hand for a while, and then it will start again. How can a blizzard drag you into the blacklist completely? Suddenly, it is much better to feel comfortable than poetry. If you still say that I am the most reserved woman when I laugh, then I want to use my last strength to see you off with a smile (oh, maybe it is necessary to comment, because not everyone reads Wang Xiaoni's poems. There is a poem in her poetry collection called <; Ten water lilies > There is also a song called <; I saw a blizzard > )
(2) This spring is too cold. I'm going to cover a dark and long night with the temperature I've saved for a lifetime, and then illuminate the dawn behind you with candlelight. This little candlelight keeps crying on my keyboard. I think the red candle must be your lover in your previous life and you are a rebel of my poetry. I don't have the courage to stop your action. Your repeated bad temper makes me unable to draw flying butterflies and the passage of time. I can't even let you have the faint fragrance of a white lotus when the peach blossom is in full bloom, but I will negotiate with the sun tomorrow to let the cold in those shadows return to its original place. I will never allow you to hold it.