The purple scales under the jiaoxian are decorated at night.
Blessed with rice ears,
Nangongque.
One feather of light chills three thousand realms.
Crossing the stream, the path wanders,
There are tillers in the pavilion among the mulberry trees.
Together we look to the south.
The south wind blows the green flowers and the moon,
Only when you are lucid can you realize your feelings, and first you are timid.
Lan Yin is grateful for everything,
Morning water and night dream,
There is cold snow on my pillow,
Lu Liyu's fire was extinguished.
——"The Sapphire Case·Cangli White Dove Note"
Intention: Destinations arise and dissipate, but memories last forever