Li Shangyin: Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Li Yu: One big mountain, two big mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.
Xu Zaisi: My body is like floating clouds, my heart is like flying catkins, and my spirit is so weak. There is a lingering fragrance here, and the beloved doesn't know where to go.
Nalan Xingde: Two people in one generation win two ecstasy. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
Anonymous: the four kings make people old, and the years are getting late. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Bai Juyi: Silong hates dragons and hates them endlessly until he returns.
Nalan Xingde: I remember the most fascinating thing. The first thing I did was to draw a skirt with folded branches.
Xin Qiji: The intestines are broken, but the tears are hard to collect. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber.
Li Shangyin: Never mind, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? !
Wan Le: Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far away as the sky. Qian Qian didn't do anything, which made people even sadder.
Lu Sidao: Running water breaks people's intestines, while hard ice hurts horses' bones.
Nalanxingde: In late autumn, no one remembers who, and the leaves rustle. The country road is far away. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.
Wu Zetian: Seeing Zhu thinking in succession, he was haggard and fragmented.
Text: Under the buttonwood tree, it rained in the middle of the night, and it was bitter to leave. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Yan: If you want to make full use of this love letter, you will eventually find that there is no evidence. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
Yan Shu: The fish book is placed, and the water is far away and the mountains are long.
Wei Zhuang: I don't know if my soul is broken, but my dream follows me. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Interpretation of Bao Yue: I miss you every night and look forward to you every year.
Yan: tears in the sleeves every year. Always for now. Ask who is the memory of flowers.