Ru Meng Ling (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao often remembers the sunset in Xiting, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back. Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers. Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.
Reduced word magnolia——On the flower basket, I bought a branch that is about to bloom. The tears are stained lightly and evenly, but still have traces of the dawn dew. Pinglang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted, and the apprentice wants to teach the man to compare and look at it.
Pink lips
Stop playing on the swing and get up to straighten your slender hands.
The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is light and the clothes are transparent.
When I see someone coming, my socks and gold hairpin slip away, and I leave in shame.
Looking back while leaning against the door, I sniffed the green plums.