Life is like a dream, but it lies high in Jinshan.
Bai Bo died in the East, singing birds and flowers, and left him at sunset.
Don't smell like alcohol, just give up interest and send you home.
Hazy, half sail and half moon, looking back, homesick.
It can be recalled that Chai Men is closed, the jade rope is low, and it rains at night.
It is better to meet less than to meet more.
Worry about the west porch, dark leaves on the wall of Li, and wind and rain at dusk.
What's more, several places, Jin Ge Tiema, help desolation.
Butterfly lovers is used to parting.
The full moon is always sad for the sky and the moon. Since ancient times, it's cold and I'm used to leaving this world. The moon is bleak and the wine is strong, and the beautiful jade on earth is difficult to become a mystery.
Saying goodbye to you with tears in my eyes, I am afraid of the sound and dust in my next life. It's hard to pass on books and clear the cold moon.