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. Li shangyin
If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. (Nalanxingde, "The Recent Flower"
If you want to send colorful stationery, you will know where it is. (Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers")
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. (Folk songs carved on pottery by craftsmen in the Tang Dynasty)
There are many teenagers who look at flowers, but I'm afraid the teenagers are not mine. (Wang Guowei's "Lou Yuchun")
Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix
"Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, spring scenery in the city. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo! "