the courage is full of holes, the hair is shrugging, the conversation is in progress, and life and death are the same, and a promise is as heavy as a thousand dollars.
Push and be brave, be proud and vertical, lightly cover and hug, fly the saddle together, and fight the east.
drinking wine, floating cold urn in spring, sucking the sea and hanging the rainbow.
I'm talking about the eagle and the dog, while Bai Yu picks up the carved bow. I'm in a hurry when I'm crafty and empty.
it's like a dream. Say goodbye to the phoenix, the bright moon * * *, and the lonely canopy.
officials are redundant, and they are pregnant and left behind.
thin books, like clouds, are used for rough use, and suddenly they are outstanding.
encourage others, make fun of others, and think about sorrow.
don't ask for a long tassel, but take the arrogant species, and the sword howls at the west wind.
I hate climbing the mountain and facing the water. I sent a seven-stringed tung in my hand and watched it return to Hong.
—— He Zhu's "The Song of Six States"
In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over your head.
I don't know anyone who is young and romantic.
I intend to marry her and take a rest for life.
even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you should not be ashamed.
-Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township"
A beautiful boy in a blue robe, Huang Shou is a fairy.
east of weizicheng, north of liangwangyuan.
Peach blossoms are like horses, and elm pods are smaller than money.
a single father has similar news, and a letter from home has been passed down for a long time.
—— Cen Can's
Sending a Chu Qiu Mi Shao Fu to an Official
Where does spring come from? Try to ask the stream.
the willows on the shore are yellow, and the long wheat is green and moist.
an affectionate and beautiful teenager is as close as a finger.
Who sent Lingtoumei to send a letter to Jiangnan?
Jin 'an's beautiful boy, go to jump on a green horse.
people who are tied to Yulou are embroidered with quilts on cold nights in spring.
the news hasn't come back, but a cold pear flower dies.
there is no place to talk about lovesickness, but under the swing on the back.
-Yan Jidao's
The lights in front of the mountain are dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain.
There are several villages in the sound of a partridge, and Xiaoxiang meets old friends.
feather fan, black ribbon scarf, pommel horse dust for teenagers.
nowadays, the haggard fu evokes the soul, and the Confucian crown is often mistaken!
-Xin Qiji's Ruan Langgui