Moth, snow, willow, gold thread, laughter, faint fragrance-Jade case, Yuan.
Things are people, not everything, tears flow first-Wuling Spring Festival Evening
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears in my eyes, I was speechless and sobbing-the rest of my sadness was chilling.
Li Shan's Ci stopped at midnight, with tears and rain, and the bell never complained —— Mulan Ci and Antique Ci, Friends of Cambodia
The night is long and silent, like crying and choking-Li Shihao.
Big strings are like rain, and small strings are like secret words-Pipa (Pipa has many sentences)
There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice-Chai Lu.
Between water and water, the pulse cannot be said-all the way to Altair.
You should have something to say. There are clouds in Wan Li and snow in Qian Shan. Who is the only shadow-fishing?
If you dare not speak loudly, you will be shocked-stay at the Mountain Temple for the night.
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Mao Yan is low and small, the grass is green on the stream, and Wu Yin is drunk and charming. Who has white hair? Qingpingle lives in a village.
Suddenly I saw the road turn to the creek bridge-Xijiangyue.
It is said that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, and I plan to make canoes. I'm afraid that Shuangxi's boat won't move and I'm sentimental-Wuling Spring Festival Evening.
The blue buds at the foot of the mountain are short dipped in the stream, the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is falling at dusk-a tour of Huanxi sand in Qingquan Temple.
Yao Yi grass He Bi, spring into Wuling Creek, countless peach blossoms on the stream, flowers with orioles-(I forget the source)
Always remember the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home-like a dream.
Huayang fell to the ground and cried, and Wen Daolong crossed five streams-I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiaoyao and sent this news.
At night, the Three Gorges stream is clear, and I miss you not seeing Yuzhou-Emei Mountain Moon Song.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lie lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun-it's hard to do.
I really can't remember anything else.