Drunk in the moonlight, singing, feeling in the river. Looking at the cold, the moths are embroidered, and the flowers in Guangxi are beautiful. Han Palace peerless imperial concubine dance, affectionate Di Zi Shenglian Bu.
White jade bed, as a beauty companion, waning moon day.
How many things, dreams like smoke, feasting, speechless. Listen to the sad song of hate station, Qiu Hua. The heavy pavilion and the people in the drum are gone, and the sorrow of Tongquetai is coming.
Sighing life, a hundred years of soul mate, * * * Chan Juan.