There are so many people in the sea that we know each other.
Young and frivolous, why not stay for three years?
At the expiration of the time limit, the altar was abandoned and the window of Xiao Xuan was broken.
I swear my temples are like frost, but I have no choice but to climb mountains.
The afterlife lazy to think, Yu Yu out of the palace wall.
I have forgotten the feeling of a person. Why should the restaurant complain?
At sunset, the golden urn turned yellow and the wood turned yellow.
The golden bell rings three times, and the mirror covers the makeup.
The new house is red with flowers and candles.
The industry is calm, and I don't know the mystery of love.
Very shocking, but also very sad, reflecting the hibiscus clothes.
Whispering into the palace wall, misty rain separates the high Tang Dynasty.
Three generations of reincarnation are long, and the shadow hangs in Xiaoxiang.
When I came to the night, I remembered that my lover was in my boudoir.
Rain and dew can't touch the sleeves, only a few lines of tears.
Lotus water remains the same, and dead leaves reflect weeping willows.
The romantic moon is still open, far away.
The moon sets and the stars sink. Who's on the empty cupboard?
Mistaken into the dust net, dragging the catkins north.
Nine roads are barren, and fragrant snow leaves the intestines.