Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
Huanxisha in Nalan Rong Ruo
Who read the northwest alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Meditate on the past and the sun sets.
After being spilled, Mo Jing fell into a deep sleep, and the gambling book disappeared, spilling tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Nalan Rong Ruo's "Being Good in China"
Dust is covered with sparse windows, floating around, which really makes the darkness miserable.
A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate, boredom, and even lovelorn.
The dying sun ran out of leaves, and cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
Li Shangyin's Banqiao Bie
Looking back at the high city falling into the river, the window of the pavilion presses the microwave.
Narcissus wanted to go to carp, and Furong cried all night.