After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, when the spring regret came, the fallen flower man became independent and the tiny swift swallows flew together.
I remember when Xiao Ping first met her, her heart was filled with the word Luo Yi. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
---Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal"