A pair of pillows with jade arms for thousands of people
her husband, with a vagrant heart, seeks a new face like a new piece of jade
who notices the girl from Yue with a face of white jade, humble, poor, alone, by the river, washing silk?
The moon is moving, and it is suspected that jade people are coming.
her hands of white jade by a window of snow, are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp
from the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear
while her master rides his rapid horse with jade bit an bridle, waiting for the female golden carp
he favours this girl of lowly birth, he has her taught to dance, regardless of the coral to hold on to people
whoever pities the female Yan Ruyu, the poor Jiang Tou is self-veiled
The jade steps are full of dew, and the Luo socks are invaded for a long time at night
The Twenty-four Bridges are bright. Where do jade people teach to play the flute?
The red lotus root is fragrant, and the jade hairpin is lingering in autumn. It's easy to untie Luo Shang, and the blue boat is alone.
It's a distant sight, offering sorrow for hate, and the jade hairpin is a bun.
You can't dance, but you can't see it. The flying swallows in Yuhuan are all dusty.
It's easy to pick the Chinese characters in brocade and women's machines, and it's rare for jade people to do things.