one
When Yan came back, the jade hand held her cheek even more stupidly.
How much love there is in the world of mortals is fresh in people's memory and thought-provoking.
two
Flowers bloom in the past * * * At this time, we know each other's songs.
At present, I am lonely and confused, and I only dream of acacia.
three
Faint on the desk, small words softly tell the sadness of parting.
I often miss Hongyan. Do you accept my husband?
four
Light golden cage lights, red makeup in the dead of night.
Get up and write at your desk and put your thoughts on thousands of lines.
five
Before, every gentleman was at this time.
Jade flute sounds chaotic, lovesickness is like a dream.
six
Xuanting sighs the world of mortals alone, holding the pipa and not singing.
The autumn wind shadows chaos, adding to the yearning for heartbroken people.
seven
Honghua called, who made up the Luo skirt?
The piano slowly caressed the faint dream, and songs and love songs fell into the pond.
eight
It is another fragrant summer day, lingering under the flowers of the four kings.
In the spring, the director recalled what happened and wrote a letter to the sky in front of jathyapple.
nine
Spring is bathed in green branches, and the sun shines all over the pool.
Ensemble new voices to find old dreams and miss you for a long time.
ten
The March breeze blows the flowers, and the moss steps are a little hesitant.
Unreasonable ideas come to mind, and I miss Ailang.
eleven
The drizzle didn't stop, and the beautiful woman leaned against the fence under the umbrella.
Looking at Qianshan from a distance, I feel homesick.
twelve
Plain yarn wrapped in lonely beauty, the breeze can't bear to disturb the night.
The director of the boudoir remembers the Jiangnan incident, half a cup of acacia and half a cup of tea.
thirteen
In March, the river is green and the willows are soft, and the drizzle is worrying.
Under the protection of a beautiful woman, she looked around frequently and only saw the boat in the pavilion lake.
fourteen
I have no intention of dressing up with powder, and I miss you every night, which hurts.
Alone in front of the flowers under the moon, Hengqin plays a phoenix begging for phoenix.
fifteen
Four counties are thousands of miles away, and he has passed Sanqiu for tea.
A piece of heartbroken, covered with fragrant plum blossoms.
sixteen
Love is a long way to go, but the reed bank is still clear.
The lake reflects the shadows of Yao and Taiwan, and the wind recalls the old worries.
seventeen
Frost falls on the branches of the lotus pond, and the cold wind rustles and shadows alone.
I don't know how many lovesick nights there were, but I still saw Lang Jun in my dream.
eighteen
In spring, the garden is full of gorgeous flowers, and the beauty stands under the moon.
Singing the song of acacia with passion, but afraid that others dare not speak.