"Linjiang Immortal" by Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk.
Last year, when the spring regret came, the fallen flower man became independent and Wei Yuyan flew together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. (In this paragraph, you can change "Xiao Ping" to the other person's name)
The pipa string said lovesickness, the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds returned.
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A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
The golden toad gnaws at the lock to burn incense, and the jade tiger pulls the thread back to the well.
Mr. Jia peeked behind the curtain, Young Master Han, while Concubine Mi stayed on the pillow of King Wei.
In the heart of spring, don’t let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
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It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when they die, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before tears dry up.
The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are diligent to visit.
I hope these can help you