Sitting at night-Wen Tianxiang. Talk about the misty maple leaf road, which is covered with rain. Su Yan's half-river paintings, cold and gloomy poems. Teenagers are the boss, and I'll pay the bill. There will always be a sword in their hearts, and the smell of chicken will make them sit still.
Say a wish in a dream-Gong Zizhen. The west of the lake is falling, and the gauze skirt is fragrant with lotus leaves. He begged for a handsome appearance to sit with me, and he became the narcissus king.