Jiulingqu
I am a daughter of the Han family, who came from Shuishui Xiuyunji.
The hanging hand is as clear as jade, a play on the twelfth floor.
Cheng Huan is at the knees of his father, and his loving and crazy mother protects and cherishes him.
The beauty is soothing and the sea is full of flowers, and the beauty is calm and the sharks are weeping.
Flowers are blooming on the street in the sun, and cool toads are bathing in the evening.
We heard that there was an aurora in the north, so we went together to talk happily.
The girl with knotted hair and thrush eyebrows holds hands and chants old sentences together.
The upper edge of the Sansheng Stone is similar to the symbol of life and death.
The fireflies disperse in my heart, and the moon is full of cries.
Where we meet in life, we will see each other again.
Suddenly I heard that Jiuzhou was divided, and thousands of families started to fight against each other.
The plains are covered with dry bones, and the flags are covered with blood.
It used to be like a pearl in the palm of your hand, but now it is the soil under the spring.
The west wind bids farewell, will he be young again?
He eagerly paid homage to Ziji, but Dinghu abandoned it that day.
The pear garden is white and the hair is new, and the water palace is cool.
Jiu Sai is still restless, and there is no good plan for self-pity.
The cup of snow condenses on the beautiful face, which reminds me of the silence of the dust.
If your body is tired and you are weak, why should you quit the army?
Thousands of years have passed, and loneliness grows old.
There are literati in the world who sigh like this, but who knows about that past that has been lost to time?