"Explanation of Flowers" by Zhou Bangyan
The wind sells the wax, the dew blooms and the lotus blooms, and the light of the flower market shines on each other. Guihua flowing tiles. The thin clouds dispersed, and Geng Geng Su'e wanted to descend. The clothes are elegant. Look at Chu Nu, her waist is slim. Flute and drums are noisy, figures are scattered, and the road is filled with the scent of musk deer.
Because the capital city is open at night. Looking at thousands of doors like daylight, I am laughing and wandering. Tin Chelopa. Wherever we meet, there will always be dark dust and horses. Time is also. All I see is that the old love fades away. Clear the leakage and move it away, the flying cover returns, stop dancing and sing.
"Pipa Immortal" Jiang Kui
When the two oars came, there were people like old peach roots and peach leaves. The singing fan gently catches the flying flowers, and the eyebrows are strangely beautiful. As spring fades away, Tingzhou becomes green, adding more and more crows. Ten miles away from Yangzhou, Du Mu was born three years ago. Let’s not talk about the past.
It’s still the same, the palace candles are smoked, and the season is changing in a hurry, feeling sad. They all think about the fragrance and the elm pods in the empty steps. Thousands of wisps of willows, hiding crows, dance back to the snow for the jade statue. I want to see my old friends leaving Yangguan in the west for the first time.