Bai Juyi has many long poems, here is a relatively long one:
After being drunk, I wrote a pen as a gift to Liu Wu, the chief bookkeeper, for a long sentence and a brief introduction to Zhang Dajia, twenty-four ancestors, Kun Ji
Brother Liu was an isolated scholar and was famous as Xi Xi fifteen years ago. We met in Fuli at that time. I was twenty and you were thirty.
Deyi Wangnian is close to him and lives in the same county. Hengmen looks for me lonely in the morning, and the ancient temple is in depression and I visit you in the evening.
If we hold hands together day and night, what will happen if we live in a poor alley? I write couplet poems at night under the lanterns of autumn, and pour warm and cold wine in the snowy morning in spring.
The green Pihu Lake loves the flying white gulls, and the clear water of Suihu Lake loves the fat red carps. I chatted leisurely while climbing the fragrant trees, supporting each other drunkenly and walking on the falling flowers.
Brother Zhang Jia visited each other in Tongli Alley. He stayed in the thatched cottage on rainy days and walked slowly on the stone bridge on moonlit nights.
As I get older, I suddenly startle myself and see my mustache growing slowly in the mirror. The heart is afraid of the future, but it is always inspiring, and the body is concerned about the past, and everyone seeks fame.
When asked where I would like to live, the locals recommended me as Lu Ming Ke. Two thousand miles away, thank you for your friendship, and thirty rhyme poems to comfort you on your journey.
I was alone when I left home, so I entered Xianqin with a thin coat and a thin horse. The streets of winter and winter are dark and dark, and I arrive in Chang'an late without a master.
Er Jia, Er Zhang and Yu brother drove meanderingly one after another. Cao Ci and Fu are like fighting, and they are sharp and victorious.
We all entered the literary field and fought hard together, and the five of them passed the imperial examination nine times in ten years. The second card won the first place, and the United States retreated and won the battle for supremacy.
Tangdi is shining brightly with cinnamon branches, and the orchids are fragrant with wattle leaves. Only Yuanxi is not bent and stretched, and he feels that he is afraid of the chicken in his hand.
If it does not crow for three years, it will grow louder. How can a chicken alone be frightened? Yuanhe's fortune has been blessed for thousands of years, and it is most fortunate to meet him in the Ming Dynasty together.
At the beginning, he resigned from the secret court and Wang Ji, and suddenly he set up admonishment walls and promoted them to the forbidden palace. How can a jian step be called a jade, and a declining appearance cannot be called a court robe?
Chang Hechen opens hundreds of dynasties in the morning, and the crown is still green. Stepping onto the dragon's tail into the void, you can see that the face of the sky is nowhere to be seen.
The palace flowers are like snow, riding on the chariot, and the forbidden moon is like frost, sitting in the straight house. Being humble, every time I am frightened, I follow the internal banquet, and my talent is often ashamed of the Heavenly Book.
The late pines and cold bamboos are in the Xinchang area. The offices are close and the doors are often closed. At dusk, I went straight back to the silver platform. When my old friend arrived, the door was temporarily opened.
Looking back at each other, you can see where the dust on your clothes came from. Before I finish the cold talk about the inflammation in my hands, I first say that I regret coming out of the old mountain.
The officials traveling in Qiyang rarely have fun, but traveling around Jiangzuo is a waste of time. Give me a road chant, and every sentence of the chant is covered with sand and gold.
The years only make the hair and appearance gray, and the mud is coated with unyielding Qingyun heart. Who will know the will of heaven and earth, use your short talents and discard them only when you are long?
I followed the egret into the smoke and went to Danqi as a close minister. You and Luan and Phoenix are perched on thorns, and you still wear green robes to select people.
Melancholy, I know that I can’t recommend the virtuous, so I just go in and out of Penglai Hall. There are two hundred pieces of remonstrance paper every month, and three hundred thousand yuan of salary every year.
The glory of the big bottom is not worth mentioning. If we meet each other a few times, we will grow old. Let's drink and drink to soothe our worries, and talk a lot about Fuli and ask about old travels.
Who lives in the old Donglin courtyard? The flowers in Buri Village are blooming again, and the scenery of the valleys and mountains should remain the same.
It’s a thousand-word poem to reward you, but what’s the point of breaking up while drunk? It is important to know that Tongsai is an ordinary thing, and don’t lament the ups and downs.
Be generous and encourage each other in the face of differences, and be attentive and add a meal after farewell. Don't you see, I bought my clothes and brocade and returned to my hometown. It's not too late to be fifty-five.
Song of Everlasting Regret
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. He could not get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.
It’s hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.
In the cold spring, you can bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.
The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.
There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.
The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and they are born in a poor and glorious family.
This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but to be reborn as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.
Slow singing, slow dancing, silk and bamboo, the emperor can't see enough. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.
Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwestward. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.
The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the jade-winged golden bird is scratching its head.
The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.
There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord loves each other day and night.
Seeing the moon in the palace makes me sad, and hearing the heartbreaking sound of bells in the rainy night. The sky spins and the earth turns back to Long Yu, who is still hesitant and unable to go.
In the soil at the foot of Mawei slope, there is no place where Yuyan died. The monarch and his ministers looked after each other with all their clothes on, and looked eastward at the capital gate to return on horseback.
After returning, the ponds and gardens are all still the same, with lotuses and willows blooming in Taiye. Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red leaves that are not swept away.
The disciples in Liyuan have new white hair, and the prisoner Qing'e in Jiaofang is old. The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and heavy, and the jade quilt is cold. Who cares?
After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep. Linqiong Taoist priests from Hongdu can reach the soul with their sincerity.
To appreciate the king’s thoughts, he taught the alchemists to search diligently. Empty and control the energy, it rushes like electricity, ascending to heaven and earth to seek everywhere.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, both places are nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I heard that there was a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain was ethereal.
The exquisite pavilion has five clouds rising, and there are many fairies in it. One of them has a character called Tai Zhen, and his skin and appearance are all mixed.
Knocking on the jade fan in the west chamber of the Golden Palace, he converted to teach Xiaoyu and reported double success. Hearing that the Emperor of Han Dynasty envoys, the dream soul in Jiuhua tent is frightened.
Wandering around while holding clothes and pushing pillows, the bead foil silver screen meanders open. The bun in the clouds is half fresh, and the flower crown is not neat.
The wind blows and the fairy mantle is fluttering, just like the dancing of colorful clothes and feathers. The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Looking at the king with affection, his voice and appearance are vague. Love is overwhelming in Zhaoyang Palace, and the sun and moon are long in Penglai Palace.
Looking back and looking down at the world, I can see the dust and mist in Chang'an. Only the old things show deep affection, and the rhinestone alloy hairpin is sent to the future.
Leave one strand of the hairpin and combine it into a fan; break the hairpin into gold and combine it into two pieces. But the teaching heart is as strong as gold, and we will meet in heaven and on earth.
I sent my farewell message again with sincerity, in which I vowed to know each other. On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes of You Wuzhen Temple's Poems
In the autumn of the ninth year of Yuanhe, the moon of August waxes. I visited Wuzhen Temple, which is located in Wangshun Mountain.
Going four or five miles to the mountain, you will first hear the gurgling water. Since then, he has given up his carriage and horses and started to enter Lanxi Bay.
He holds a green bamboo stick in his hand and treads on the white stone beach with his feet. It's strange that my ears and eyes are wide open, and I can't hear the noise of the world.
Looking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, I doubted at first that it was unreachable. Who knows there is a road in the middle, twisting and turning to the top of the rock.
After taking a breath, rest under the flag pole and rest next to the stone niche. The niche is more than ten feet long, and the door is unobstructed.
No one can be seen when looking down, and the stone hair hangs down like a servant girl. White bats appeared in surprise and flew like snow.
Looking back at the temple gate, you can see Zhu Xuan on the green cliff. It's like opening up the belly of a mountain and placing a temple in it.
There is no flat ground at the entrance, the ground is narrow and the void is wide. The rooms, corridors and terraces follow the peaks and ridges.
There is no soil in the rocks and the trees are thin and strong. The roots are long and bouldering, and they are bent like insects and snakes.
The pine and osmanthus are in chaos, and the four seasons are lush. The branches curl up and blow, the rhyme is like a string in the wind.
The sun and moon are opaque, and the green shade intersects with each other. The sound of a quiet bird sounds like a chilling cicada.
The first time I rested in the guest pavilion, I didn’t have time to sit down. In a moment, I opened the door to the north, and suddenly everything became clear.
The rainbow is fluttering on the eaves, and the clouds are whirling around the building. White rain in the red day, cloudy and sunny in the same river.
Wild green grass and trees, the horizon is as wide as the Qinyuan. The Wei River is so thin that it can’t be seen, and the Han Tomb is smaller than the fist.
But when I looked at the way I came, I saw the Zhulan reflected in the sky. People who come up the mountain all the time can be seen from a distance.
In front of the pagoda are many pagodas, with winds ringing at the four ends. Luanhuan and Huhu are exactly golden and green.
Yunxi Kasyapa Buddha sat in Nirvana here. The iron bowl is still there, but the handwriting is still there.
The Jade Statue Hall opens to the west, with Bai Fusen standing shoulder to shoulder. Take off your dusty clothes and worship the ice and snow face.
The layer of frost is a cassock, and the hail is a garland. If you look closely at the ghost technique, its traces are not carved on stone.
The second time I went to Guanyin Hall, I didn’t hear the sandalwood. Take off your shoes when you go up the stairs, gather your feet and ascend to the pure feast.
Six rows of jade mirrors are arranged, and four seats are covered with gold. The night lights up on its own, without waiting for lamps and candles to burn.
The treasures hold their heads low to each other, wearing green coral flags. The wind comes like heavenly music, and the sound of each other is Shanshan.
The white beads are dripping with dew and the red beads are dripping with blood. Decorate it on the Buddha's bun and form a crown of seven treasures.
Two bottles of white colored glaze, the color is like the cold autumn water. I can see the relics from across the bottle, turning around like golden elixirs.
Where does the jade flute come from? Heavenly beings give gifts to Gion. Its sound is like the sound of autumn cranes, which can summon immortals.
It is the time when autumn is in the middle, March and May are perfect. The treasure hall has three open doors, with the golden spirit in front of it.
The moon and the treasure shine at each other, and the crystal light competes for the beauty. It chills people's hearts and bones, and makes them unable to sleep at night.
Looking for the Nanta Road at dawn, the bamboos are in disorder and the flowers are low. There is no one in the forest, and cold butterflies are flying around.
I don’t know the names of mountain fruits, and they are separated from each other. It is enough to cure hunger and fatigue. It tastes sweet and sour when picked.
Daonan Blue Valley God, purple umbrella and white paper money. If there are floods and droughts every year, the imperial edict will be ordered to repair Pingfan.
Because the land is pure, there is no meat or meat in the offering. There are four or five piles of dangerous rocks, which are bright and craggy.
What did the creator mean? They were piled on the east side of the rock. It's cold and slippery with no trace of people, and the moss spots are like flower paper.
I come to the top and face the unpredictable abyss below. I was so dizzy that my limbs fell off and I didn't dare to look down.
The wind comes from under the stone and blows away from people. The clothes are like feathers, spread out to fly.
There are three precarious peaks, and there are swords and swords on the peaks. Often white clouds pass by, revealing the blue sky.
When the sun sets in the northwest, the sunset is red. Thousands of miles away from the green screen, I walked down Danshawan.
When the moon rises in the southeast, the night air is green. At the bottom of a hundred-foot green pond, a golden plate is written.
The blue water is as blue as day and night. It goes around the mountain, looking down like a green ring.
Sometimes it becomes a slow flow, or it may become a turbulent flow. In the deepest part of Hongcheng, dragon saliva emerges.
If you enter it sideways, the hanging steps are particularly dangerous. The mulberry trees are stepping on the wood, and the apes are chasing down the stream to drink.
The egrets burst out from the snow, and the red turtles are startled by the dancing brocade. Take a break to wash your hands and wash away the troubles in your body.
It penetrates both shallow and deep, and can illuminate the brain and liver. But the love is pure and the bottom is clear, and the desire to find it is unknown.
The east cliff is full of strange rocks and is covered with blue and green rocks. The hair is warm and moist on the outside, with yun and 玙璠 in it.
Bian He has been dead for a long time, and many good jade have been abandoned. Sometimes it shines with brilliance, and at night it connects with the stars and the moon.
The highest peak in the middle is supported by a sky-blue jade pole. (Jiong left for the rat) (Rat order) If I can't get up, how can I climb up?
There is a white lotus pond on top, with plain flowers covering the clear waves. Famous and inaccessible, the place is unparalleled.
There is another piece of stone, as big as a square-foot brick. Insert it on half the wall, and it hangs thousands of feet below.
There is a past teacher who sat in meditation without birth. It is called the centering stone and has been passed down from generation to generation.
But when I went to visit the Immortal Temple, the vines grew continuously. I heard in the past that the Wang family's son had emerged and ascended to Xuan.
To the west is the medicine terrace, facing the Zhi Shu field. It was a bright moonlit night, and I heard the words of Yellow Crane.
Going back to Hualong Hall, the old man has spots on his temples. When I want to see and listen to the Dharma, I happily salute the seal altar.
He returned to the spring cave and turned into a winding dragon. There is a hole in the stone in front of the steps, and there is white smoke when it rains.
There used to be monks who wrote sutras, their bodies were calm and their minds were focused. Feeling that the doves outside the clouds are flying in a flock.
Come and add water to the inkstone, and drink from the spring at the bottom of the rock. Going back and forth three times a day, the season is long and there is no regret.
He became a holy monk and his disciple was named Yang Nan. Recite this lotus gatha, and the number will be tens of billions.
When the body is broken, the mouth is not broken, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus. The skull is gone, but the stone letter still exists.
There are Wu paintings on the pink wall, and the brushwork is still fresh. There is Chu's calligraphy on the plain screen, and the ink color is as freshly dried.
Spiritual realms and strange traces can be seen everywhere. After traveling for five days and nights, I still lingered when I wanted to return.
I am a native of the mountains, but I was led by the net of time by mistake. Leading people to study, pushing and pulling orders to serve as officials.
Not only was he appointed to the literary department, but he also admonished the officials. If you are clumsy and straight at the wrong time, it will be useless to have a vegetarian meal.
This makes you feel ashamed, and you will often feel unhappy. Without any intention, all the efforts are exhausted, and the body is still in shape.
Now that I have taken off the hairpin group, I feel free from worries. And if you are traveling in mountains and rivers, you will have to indulge in sparseness and stubbornness.
The wild rice breaks the fetters and walks without restraint. If you put the fish in the pond into the sea, when will you get it back?
Wearing the clothes of a layman, holding the Nanhua Chapter. Finally came to live in this mountain, forever grateful to the middle edge of the district.
I am now in my forties and will be free for the rest of my life. If we take seventy periods, we still get thirty years.
Pipa Xing
In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu Zuo moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will see off guests at Penpukou and hear someone playing the pipa in the boat at night. Listening to its sound, it sounds like the sound of Kyoto. Asked about the person, I was originally from Chang'an and advocated women. I tried to learn pipi from two talented people named Mu Cao. As she aged and lost beauty, she committed herself to being a wife of a noble lady. Then he ordered the wine envoy to play several songs quickly. After the song ended, he narrated the happy things of his childhood. Now he is drifting and haggard. He has been a disciple in the rivers and lakes for two years after serving as an official. He is peaceful and at peace. Thanks to the words of this person, it was in the evening that he began to feel the intention of relegation. Because I gave him a long song, six hundred and sixteen words long. The name is "Pipa Xing".
The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. The master dismounted and was in the boat. He wanted to drink wine but there was no orchestra.
We will say goodbye sadly when we are too drunk. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home.
Looking for the sound, I secretly asked who was playing the pipa. The sound of the pipa stopped and I was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet.
After calling for a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of failure in life. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart.
Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and then "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers.
Noisy and jumbled bullets, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass and the sound gradually stops. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time.
The silver bottle bursts out, and the water slurries burst out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plectrum is carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk.
The east boat and the west boat were silent, except for the white autumn moon in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features.
She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the Xia Toad Mausoleum. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang.
Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress up, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs.
The head of the ink is shattered by the grate, and the bloody skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily.
My younger brother left to join the army, and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning. The front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses. The boss is married to a businessman.
Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and sighed again when I heard the words.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.
In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk. The cuckoo sang and the blood ape screamed. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to? Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a piece of music and translated it into a pipa line for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The mournful sound is not like the forward sound, and the whole house weeps when hearing it again. Who among you cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
Thinking about traveling to the east in fifty rhymes and preface
In the spring of the third year of Yamato, after he was discharged due to illness, he recalled his travels to several counties in the right part of Zhejiang, and also thought about visiting Yue. Therefore, between the two Zhejiang provinces, one thing has already appeared, all the thoughts are in the eyes, and the chant has been completed into a chapter, which cannot stop itself. It is full of five hundred words, just like Sun Xinggong wrote about Tiantai Mountain.
There is nothing happening at home, but there is autumn every year in the south of the Yangtze River. All the people are happy with their work, and the landlords are all virtuous.
In the suburbs, soldiers and horses are sold quietly, while in the city, bullfighting is forced. The Pinghe River is seven hundred miles away, and there are two or three states with fertile soil.
You can enjoy the scenery of lakes and mountains while sitting, and you can travel without worries about wind and waves. It's better to eat than to set off the cable, and to sleep is not a waste of riding the current.
The springs and stones are familiar to Tianzhu, and the mist is familiar to Tiger Hill. Yu Fang recognizes Lan Ze and chants about Pingzhou.
The lotus root is red and powdered, and the wild rice is green and oily. There are fishermen's houses and rice fields and ditches.
The Purple Cave hides the Immortal Cave, and the Xuanquan stores the strange Qiu. The spirit of the old crane is high, and the beauty of the Qiu is hidden.
Quietly read the wonderful workmanship of heaven, and take a leisurely look at the quiet appearance of things. Throwing a rod brings out the big eyes, and throwing fruit brings out a macaque.
The lotus has a bitter taste and a small heart, but the pulp is sweet and the cane is thick. The tangerine buds grow on their own, who is the one who holds the lotus holes?
The tide changes day by day, and changes with the wind. Handing over the fire to the husband, waiting for the official to sound his whistle.
The shape of the Vatican Tower is doubtful, and the power of the Chang Gate is about to float. Guests are welcomed with wine bottles, and monks are waiting to set up tea pots.
The small banquet is about chatting and laughing, and the first banquet is elegant and rewarding. Slightly push the red wax torch, and slowly move the blue tooth chip.
The round cup has flying lotus seeds and a long train with pomegranates. The twigs follow the painted drum, and the teasing and teasing follow the fragrant balls.
The flying clouds are floating on the curtain, and the moon is exposed behind the curtain. The dancing is full of red sleeves, the singing is green and the eyebrows are sad.
The strings and pipes rest peacefully, but the cups and plates are not allowed to be collected. Good times are good for indolence, and good years are good for traveling.
The strands of fresh grass are still thin, and the silkworm silk is smooth and soft. A good meal is the plan for the day, and a steady sleep is the plan for the body.
The reputation is empty, and the official knowledge is enough. I feel ashamed of myself, but everyone laughs loudly.
The appearance of things is sparse, and the human world is full of regrets. A moth must be far away from a lamp and a candle, and a rabbit must not be close to a scorpion.
The dream of spring comes in the fantasy world, floating on the water. There is no need to enter into a hundred worries, and there is nothing to ask for outside when you are drunk.
The idiot Wang Zhan is still alive, and the childless old Deng You. The Shuqin is on my knees, and the Book of Changes is on the bedside.
A guest can go without a journey, and he can travel without a boat. Laojun asked me frequently and advised me not to stay here.
The clouds and rain are scattered, and the mountains are difficult to repair. One chants the river and the moon bids farewell, seven sees the sun and stars.
Pearls and jade are passed down new things, and Luan Luan misses the old couple. The hanging jing heart is wandering, and the Chu intention is prepared.
The post boat is decorated with blue birds, and the official trough is decorated with purple horses. During the Jinghu period, it was far away, and Yu's cave was about to be searched.
Pre-scan the poem wall and open Wanghai Tower first. Drinking and remembering one's own clothes, one's own clothes and quilt.
My ambition is declining, but my amorous feelings are not there. Don't go on a family trip after meeting each other as required.