Han Gong Chun Recalling Zifu
The wandering oriole cries, and when I hear the song of neon clothes, I complain about the spring without saying a word. The old friends go away and remember each other, and the flowers bloom with tears.
The Zhuhu is half open, and the paper is full of sorrow and there is no way to continue. But I cut off a strand of my lover's silk, and I ask you to take more care of it.
The phoenix pillow is alone in the clouds, looking deep into the palace gate, the dream soul cannot be contained. The cold is easy to cause flying catkins, and the snow is heavy and frost is bullying.
The people of Jinping were jealous, and the emperor's family was the most ruthless. I remember that on that day, my old friend stood there several times in silence.
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