Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
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