Hand in hand with the luan, we enter the curtain and blow out the lamp with a shy smile.
The golden needle pierced the peach blossom stamen, and I didn’t dare to raise my voice and frowned secretly.
——"The Complete Biography of Jigong" Feng Menglong's "Three Words and Two Patterns"
The bright moon is dark and misty, so I can go to Langbian tonight. Wearing socks and walking up the fragrant steps, carrying gold-leafed shoes. Seeing you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone. It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to show mercy to you.
——Li Yu's "The Bodhisattva Man·The Bright Moon and the Dark Mist"
The eighteenth-year-old bride has pale hair and red makeup.
The mandarin ducks sleep in pairs at night, and a pear tree presses the begonia.
——Su Shi's "Playing with Zhang Xian"
The fragrance of powder makes the Yao Qin Zhen wet with sweat, and the crispness of spring melts with the continuous rain ointment. After bathing, Tan Lang touches the area, the cool spirit and purple grapes are refreshing.
——Zhao Luanluan's "Complete Tang Poetry·Su Ru"
Sit alone in the study and make a wife with your hands. Don't mention this to outsiders. If you change your left hand for your right hand, it is like divorcing your wife and marrying her again. One strangle after another, his eyes were blurred and his bones were blurred. Bits and pieces fell to the ground, and his descendants turned into mud.
——Cheng Shijue's "Xiao Lin Guang Ji"