After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, when the spring regret came, the fallen flower man became independent and the tiny swift swallows flew together.
I remember when Xiao Ping first met her, Luo Yi had a double heart. The strings of the pipa say lovesickness, the bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds once returned.
——Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal"