The small pavilion hides spring, the idle window locks out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one is here, it's so lonely and lonely, it's like being in Yangzhou.
I have always known that rhyme is the best, but I can’t stand the rain, and I can’t stand the gentle wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't hate the fragrance disappearing and the snow diminishing, you must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces of love.
It’s an unspeakable place, it’s a good night and a light moon, the sparse shadows are still romantic