Exquisite ice and snow jade carved hearts, how many people in the world? Under the low eaves beside the Mingyue Well, the worldly affairs of that year were speechless and the flowers fell.
Du Yu cried with clear tears, and resigned from the throne in loneliness. The water on the shore of Xiu Lake was empty. Who could remember Zhaohua with pity in the miserable wind in the middle of the night? —Shen Che
Purple-clad horses and swords, a hundred thousand feathers in the forbidden city. The bank of Jiangling disappears at sunset, and the winter snow fills the sky with tears staining the towel. I dreamed of my original intention several times.
When you are drunk, you will forever hate farewell; when you wake up, you will miss your past. Thousands of years of morning and evening beside Xiling, the pines are whispering in the wind. The unicorn is waiting to return home. —Zhao Yuanchu
I still remember the moonlight setting in the south of the Yangtze River, standing tall and graceful, letting my clothes float lightly. If it is not a floating dream in the human world, it is banished to heaven.
Nowadays, there is a mist and rain in the night, the green shirt is gone, and there is room to lean on the railing. The sound of a musical instrument cuts off the world of mortals, and the long wind and wild geese disappear. —Qi Feiyu
The palaces and pavilions lean deep against the red walls, and the tall buildings overlook Tianya Road. The poplar flowers want to accompany the east wind, but they hate that spring will return with no place to look for.
The fragrance of tea from the green cup conveys the beauty of the beauty, and the quiet thoughts change the passing years. I also admire the clear water coming out of hibiscus, but I have been mistaken for the wind and dust. —Lu Wenqi
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