It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.

There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Four Untitled Songs (Part I)

You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

I cried for your leaving forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found the ink was too weak.

Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern, and a sweet smell sneaks away from your hibiscus embroidered curtain.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Two Untitled Songs (Part Two)

In spring, flowers compete for beauty. Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? .

Two songs without titles

I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Two Untitled Songs (Part I)

The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.

Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Through the wine of spring, when it warms me, I will remind you how to bet. There, one after another, we roll dice under the crimson lamp.

Alas, it was not until the drums called me to perform my duties that I got on my horse and left like a cut water plant.

Inlaid harp

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Leyouyuan scenic spot

With the dusk shadow in my heart, I am driving in the tomb of Leyou.

The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.

Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.

When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window and talk about the rain at night.

Four Untitled Songs (Part I)

You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.