Yong Willow
Author: He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to a tree height, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
殢人杰
Author: Yan Shu
The spring breeze in February is filled with poplar flowers. That feeling of departure and departure. Cover your tears with a turban and let the powder marks stain you. Strive for help, and you can't keep it.
The jade and wine are poured frequently, and the eyebrows are filled with sorrow. Broken jejunum and string pillars of Baozheng. After meeting in the human world, I don’t know where. In the dream of the soul, one must always fly away.