Use your heart to be indifferent between right and wrong, lean on the railing and listen to the sound of the waves.
The purple bamboo stars and clouds disturb people's dreams, and the jade tomb of Qingming's sadness stands in the air.
When I came back, my eyes were filled with fog, and by the time I was so drunk, I realized that the building was empty.
There are empty strings in the quiet valley, lying on the mountain and leaning on the water, with eyebrows on the temples.
The leaves are fluttering in the river, leaving no one but the sword dancing.
The falling rain covers the setting sun, and the fairy ice and cold snow turn into frost early.
Lingbochuchuchuchen is thousands of feet away, whispering in sleep and recalling the secret fragrance.
Wherever you were going in a hurry, you woke up and found yourself hurt and lonely.
Who knows why it is difficult for Yiyi to say goodbye to each other? As time goes by, circumstances change.
Su Ziqiuhuang picked up the strings on the harp, but the strings broke and she cried.
However, it was already empty after drinking a cup of wine, and it was already deep dusk in Jiangdong.
I stand silently listening to the whistle of the bell, and tears grow in my eyes.
Lovebirds fly in the clear blue sky, and cars and horses are noisy in silence.
Meng Qiu kills winter and comes early, and the dry leaves and broken branches fill the court with songs.