Original: The first realm: Yan Shu's Dead Hua Lian.
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, Xifeng withered green trees and climbed the building alone, looking at the horizon. If you want to send a colorful cage ruler, you don't know that the mountains are long and the waters are wide!
The second realm: Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian"
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
The third realm: Xin Qiji's "Jade Case"
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish danced all night.
My son's snow willow and golden light, laughter and fragrance disappeared. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. Sorry, just three realms. Take it. "