When the morning comes, the clouds blow and the wind blows, and the peach blossoms sing wherever they go.
It's hard to regain your beauty even if you snap your fingers. Wen Ji doesn't hate the long pipa.
Whisper the wine into the bottle, bid farewell to Tangdi and chase the clothes.
Jichun Qingbo's heart is about to break, but he doesn't know that his black hair will grow late in the evening.
It is fun to beat joints and hold chopsticks, and the willow trees are slightly green on the mirror lake.
Suddenly I dreamed of green plum blossoms and yellow rain, and an eighty-four-bone purple cloud umbrella.
When will I return home after leaving? The blue sun has been tossed and turned.
The young and the young have no doubts, and they drink from the same pot of wine.
At dusk, I am waiting for you to return to the court. The moss is deep and the wisteria has fallen into the Western Garden.
There are hibiscus blooming in front of the door, and I look forward to seeing you on the handrail before you return it.
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