Butterflies bloom.
The ancient rivers and mountains did not explicitly refuse. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.
There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
And Li Shutong's
Meet sb. leave
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
When will you return this? Don't hesitate to come.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid water spilled all over the floor. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
There are also great poems by Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong and Li Yu ~