The wind wrinkled, a pool of spring water.
Hate to lock the boudoir, lazy to listen to orioles. But he reminded me of my worry, and I didn't have time to speak.
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Now is not the time to be stupid, but when you hate flowers, you will get frost first.
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.