Go! Where? All the way to Bachu, mountains and rivers are connected.

it's raining at dusk, still before the twelve peaks, and the ape sounds to the passenger ship.

is sorrow different from lilac knot? Because of parting, the country's sound book is absolutely lost.

if you miss a beautiful woman, you should hate the bright moon and spring breeze.

Li Jing, the leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty, broke the jade hook on Huanxisha

hand-rolled genuine pearls, and locked the heavy building according to the hatred of the previous spring.

who is the master when the flowers fall in the wind, thinking leisurely.

the bluebird doesn't spread the message outside the cloud, and the lilacs are empty and sad in the rain.

looking back at the green waves and the twilight, the sky flows.

Song Li Qingzhao spread out the Huanxi sand

Knead the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves.

the spirit of demeanor is like Yanfu, which is too bright.

plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, but cloves are bitter and rough.

it permeates people's dreams for thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.

In modern times, Wang Guowei blushed

(when Wang's ex-wife Mrs. Mo was newly mourned, this word was a work of mourning)

It's useless to know about it recently.

if you can't throw it, you will find it in your dreams.

when you wake up, you will be disillusioned with your dreams.

the west window is white, the moon is cool one after another, and the lilac snow is in the first courtyard.

Ming Xu Bangcai lilacs

Su Xiaoxiling walked back to the moon, and the fragrant cars and white horses attracted Lang.

in those days, there was a knot with the same heart, but the spring breeze cut it open today.

Qing Chen Zhiyan chants white lilacs

There are several small courtyards with Yao flowers in the east, and Motome is clearly beside the curtain;

cold drops of exquisite snow send faint dew wind;

after weighing and lightly mixing the powder, add it into the book and wash the makeup;

the most pitying thousand knots come and die in the morning, and twelve withered jade clumps.

Mao Wenxi's "More Leaky"

In the dead of night in spring, the spring hates cutting, and the flowers outside are full of moon.

people can't see, dreams are hard to rely on, and red gauze is a little light.

it's a fragrant festival, and there are thousands of knots of lilacs in the court.

the night mist is scattered, the dawn glow, and the double swallow between the beams.