I lean the bottle in front of the flowers to be intoxicated by the east wind, and the silk under the willows makes my face look charming.
The sun is warm and the golden orchid is in front of the Buddha. The water is cold and the mandarin ducks fly away.
The clear lotus dances away from the dust, and the palace gate deeply bids farewell to the old friend.
The changing clouds and rain make human feelings cold, but the beautiful lady in the dream warms the emperor's heart.
An imperial edict was sent to the north of the desert, and the king was so lucky that he died.
Hu Yan, the wind and sand make people grow old, and the beauty and misfortune make the wall fade.
The proud plum blossoms cry spring tears, and the ice and snow disappear and the sky is still cold.